Dear Sweetheart novel

Chapter 576

“To hypnotize me too, of course. If I forget you, I won’t have so many worries anymore,” Rayna answered without a second thought.

Instantly, the air became thick with tension.

She realized she should not have said that and regretted it immediately. Just as she was about to try and cover it up, she felt a warm palm pin the back of her head, and his thin lips captured hers in a kiss.

He parted her lips and deepened the kiss, embracing her fiercely.

Although her body shrank away from him instinctively, he held her firmly in his arms.

She pressed her hands against his chest, practically gasping for air.

When he thought she had received sufficient punishment, he released her lips. He gazed at her darkly, and it frightened her to the point that she swallowed the barrage of angry words she had been ready to utter. She bit her lip, feeling a little scared.

“Are you going to say things like that again? Hmm?” Curtis asked.

Despite shooting him a glare, she was so afraid that she quickly shook her head and softened her tone. “No, not anymore.”

She felt somewhat annoyed that he still made no move to let her go even after a few seconds had ticked by. Using the fact that she was pregnant as an excuse, she said firmly, “Give me some room. You’re crushing my stomach, and it’s very uncomfortable.”

He loosened his embrace immediately, and his gaze flitted to her belly. “Is it still uncomfortable?”

“Yes!” Observing that her tactic had worked, she grew bolder and jabbed a finger at him. “I wasn’t being serious. Why did you have to get so fierce? Does bullying a pregnant woman give you a sense of satisfaction?”

Massaging her waist, she went to lie on the couch and pretended to groan as though she were in severe discomfort. That made Curtis’ anger vanished immediately, and he even tried coaxing her in a tender tone.

He placed the apple he had peeled on a plate, then grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands. “What do you feel like having for lunch?”

“Ice cream!”

He looked up at her and pretended not to have heard what she said. “Roast beef?”

“I said ice cream,” she repeated.

I seldom eat anything cold since getting pregnant, much less things like ice cream. However, I’ve been feeling hot all over, so I want some ice cream to satisfy my craving.

up from the

the freezer drawer open and

she was about to reach for them, a figure stopped her and

figure completely blocked her path to the

and tried to push him aside. “What’s wrong with you? I don’t want any lunch. Just eating ice

how she pushed and shoved,

more apples and grapes. I’ll

paced back and forth in front of the refrigerator, trying to find an opportunity to

sure it won’t taste nice,”

fancy eating my cooking, I can order lunch from Good Times

and raised a finger. “Can I have just

now adamant when it came to such matters. “No. Do you want

She made no response.

silence as a ‘yes,’ then,”

the ingredients he would need to the apartment, then

ten minutes, Rayna glared at him when she realized he was not going to give

Curtis phoned to hire a cleaner to come by

up from the couch. Deliberately wanting to make things difficult for him, she said, “I’m planning to take a nap later. What if the cleaner comes and makes so much noise

she rolled back her long, chiffon sleeves to

while stopping her. He glanced at the dusty balcony helplessly.

won’t do. How could I possibly let you do it? You’d

better for me to do it lest the cleaner arrives late and disrupts your

then,” she agreed slowly with a crafty look in her eyes. “If you

Curtis was fully aware she did that to get revenge on him for not letting her have ice cream, and he

see Curtis cleaning the balcony in his work attire,

breath, finally feeling

time was right, she got up from the couch and headed straight toward the door. “The clothes I

and made to take off the rubber gloves he

own. It’s only a few pieces of clothing,” she replied, having already slipped on her shoes

outside and pretended to walk

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