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.

because he had attended some culinary classes and improved his cooking skills. Regretfully, the corners of his mouth twitched when

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

Curtis made the previous time remained vivid in his mind, and he never wanted to eat that

if you remain silent,” Curtis enunciated without even turning back. Seeing that the oil in

the pan splattered onto his shirt that

Carl, “Carry the pasta

snagged two pieces of tissue and wiped his

that high, so he could

aglio olio

Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled

the living room, “Come and have aglio

back to the kitchen to carry

he carried the second plate, he saw that the pasta

Curtis? Isn’t there supposed to be a huge pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is it?” Carl asked Curtis, looking up at him with puzzlement in

bring much grilled chicken over. It’s all

kid!” Carl protested, wearing an

plate in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs are rich in nutrients, and you were the

Words eluded Carl.

all torn, evidence of Curtis’

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

pouted. “This is favoritism, Mr. Curtis! There’s obviously a lot of grilled chicken, yet you

a smile. “Do

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

rather hungry after having vomited the entire day and

to the dining table and saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible. Then she spotted Carl

down. When she saw that Carl only had a fried egg on his plate, she

was just about to reply when a chilly

his eyes, seemingly promising to teach Carl a lesson in the next second if he dared complain to Rayna. Clocking the warning, Carl