Dear Sweetheart novel

Carl chuckled. “I heard you having a row with Mr. Curtis and saying that he was annoying.”

“That’s all?”

Carl’s eyes promptly lit up. “Don’t tell me you had a fight with Mr. Curtis even earlier? Did you win?”

Phew! Luckily, he didn’t overhear those matters Curtis and I discussed.

Relief suffused Rayna. Rolling her eyes at him, she snapped, “Where did you mind go? Why would we get into a fight? Besides, would he dare fight me when he’s a man while I’m a pregnant lady?”

“It’s a possibility.” Throwing two grapes into his mouth, Carl continued in a garbled voice, “Did you not notice that you’re unbelievably hot-tempered with Mr. Curtis? You always scold him, so it’s entirely possible that you got physical with him.”

The instant Rayna heard that, her face darkened at once. “When have I been hot-tempered?”

“It’s true, Ms. Rayna. I’ve observed it. When you previously brought Mr. Hamilton over, you were incredibly gentle with him without the slightest hint of a temper. However, you’re exceedingly fierce with Mr. Curtis. You hadn’t talked to him nicely since he came, and you even chastised him for being annoying earlier.” Carl narrated his analysis to her, his tone confident.

Is that really me?

Stunned by his comment, Rayna pondered upon it and found that it was seemingly true, but she had never been aware of it.

Subsequently, Carl questioned in a murmur, “Do you still love Mr. Curtis, Ms. Rayna? I heard women are only so hot-tempered and impetuous before the person they love.”

Grabbing a few grapes, Rayna stuffed them all into his mouth and glared at him. “No! Stop running your mouth. You’re almost as annoying as him. Eat your grapes!”

His cheeks puffed up from the bunch of grapes stuffed into his mouth. He couldn’t even utter a single word. Utter helplessness deluged him.

Hmph! I’ve undoubtedly got it right and hit her sore spot. Look at her embarrassed expression! That’s the best evidence!

Disdained by Rayna, he escaped to the kitchen to look for Curtis.

attended some culinary classes and improved his cooking

he finally couldn’t help suggesting tactfully, “Say, Mr. Curtis… if you can’t cook, we can order takeaway. There are still restaurants

time remained vivid in his mind, and he never wanted to eat that

wouldn’t think that you’re mute if you remain silent,” Curtis enunciated without even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the egg against the edge of the cookware and cracked

shirt that had been rolled up to his elbows,

the pasta out and call Ms. Rayna to

pieces of tissue

could take the pasta by going on his

was aglio olio with

pretty fragrant. Oh, I might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements that render him like a novice, the pasta he made is

toward the living room, “Come and

back to the kitchen to carry

he carried the second plate, he saw that the pasta was bare, with just some basil on

a huge pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is it?” Carl asked Curtis, looking up at him

grilled chicken over. It’s all on Rayna’s

unfair, Mr. Curtis! I’m also a kid!” Carl protested, wearing an aggrieved expression on

on the plate in the boy’s

Words eluded Carl.

was all torn, evidence of Curtis’

pasta, he quirked a

Curtis! There’s obviously a lot of grilled chicken, yet

merely flashed him a smile. “Do

to take the plate out of his hands, Carl swiftly ran off

want to eat at first, but she was rather hungry after having vomited the

olio that smelled incredible. Then she spotted

fried egg on his plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You love eating fried

to reply when a chilly gaze

who had stepped out of the kitchen, had a threatening look in his eyes, seemingly promising to teach Carl a lesson in the next second if he dared complain to Rayna. Clocking the warning, Carl backed