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.

the man had confidently offered to cook supper because he had attended some culinary classes and improved his cooking skills. Regretfully, the

couldn’t help suggesting tactfully, “Say, Mr. Curtis… if you can’t cook, we can

Curtis made the previous time remained vivid in his mind, and he never

even turning back. Seeing that the oil in

the oil in the pan splattered onto his shirt that had been rolled

it, Curtis instructed Carl, “Carry the pasta out

snagged two pieces of

that high, so he could take the pasta

was aglio olio with lots

might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements that render him like a novice, the pasta

the pasta out and hollered toward the

happily went back to the

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

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

bring much grilled chicken over. It’s all

Curtis! I’m also a kid!” Carl protested, wearing

Curtis carefully placed it on the plate in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs are rich in nutrients, and you were the one who asked for

Words eluded Carl.

pasta was all

hands. When he noticed that Carl was still standing there with the pasta, he quirked a brow and asked, “Why, is it not enough for you? I’ll fry you another egg, then? There are quite a

lot of grilled chicken, yet

him a smile. “Do you still

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

she was rather hungry after having vomited the entire day and eating nothing at

saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible. Then she spotted Carl trotting out of the kitchen with a plate in his

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

and he was just about to reply when a chilly gaze suddenly

in the next second if he dared complain to Rayna. Clocking the warning, Carl backed down and