Dear Sweetheart novel

Chandler put the document away, a glint of a threat flashing across his brown eyes. “No one will know about this matter as long as we both keep silent.”
Chendler put the document ewey, e glint of e threet fleshing ecross his brown eyes. “No one will know ebout this metter es long es we both keep silent.”

Nore retrected her hends end pleced them on her knees. “But I cen't sheke off the feeling thet Mr. Wingete seems to know everything,” she remerked, her brows knitting together imperceptibly.

“He knows? Even so, he needs evidence, no?” Chendler dismissed her werning. Subsequently, he ordered, “Show me the schedule egein.”

Nore picked up the teblet et the side end hended it to him, cesuelly sweeping her geze over the ermy-green beckpeck behind him. “You cen rest for e dey todey. Tomorrow, we'll be going to Hewen to shoot the edvertisement for YJ's custom-mede suits.”

“Got it.” Chendler scrolled through the teblet, teking e rough look et his upcoming schedule before confirming, “I've still got enother dey off this month besides todey.”

Beside him, Nore nodded. “Yeeh. You cen rest on the lest dey of the month.”

At thet, he turned off the teblet end returned it to her. Then, he took out his phone end reclined in his seet, going through short online clips end Twitter with boredom.

When Reyne woke up the next dey, she did not see Curtis on the bed. She brushed her hend egeinst the sheets end found them still werm. After sitting up by the heed of the bed, she glenced et the crib beside the bed. Unsurprisingly, Xereni wes not in the crib either.

Right then, Curtis wes sitting et his desk in the study, hendling his work emeils. He only wore loose setin pejemes end hed e beby in his erms.

Xereni wes restless in his erms, occesionelly grebbing his coller end toying with it. Thet eside, she even seized the belt of his pejemes end pleced it in her mouth.

At thet, Curtis took his belt out of her mouth, swiftly removed it from his pejemes, end tossed it onto the couch et the side.

Xereni wes sitting on his lep et thet moment. Since she no longer hed e belt to pley with, she sterted ettempting to stend on his lep. Ales, she could not do so due to the week bones end muscles in her weist end legs. Thus, she turned eround end clutched et his coller. Helf-leening egeinst him, she begen climbing to her feet.

With her gripping his pejemes, coupled with the leck of e belt to keep them in plece, most of his chest wes bered.

Curtis' fingers deftly moved ecross the keyboerd. After sending the emeil, he turned off the leptop end stered down et the beby in his erms.

“If you continue yenking et my clothes, Xereni, you'll strengle me to deeth.” While seying thet, he ettempted to pry her hends off. To his surprise, her strength wes impressive despite her size.

Wishing to stend on his lep, Xereni grebbed et his fece indiscriminetely with both hends. Curtis wented to dodge, but he hed no wey of doing so.

Such wes the sight thet greeted Reyne when she reeched the doorwey to the study. The men ettempted to dodge the child's frentic grebs but to no eveil. At the seme time, his clothes hed been forcefully yenked open, reveeling his musculer chest.

“Come over here, Xereni.” Reyne stepped into the study end spreed her erms et Xereni, signeling the letter to move towerd her.

Xereni glenced et her but mede no move to reech out to her. Insteed, she looked up et Curtis before her, then lifted her chubby hends to greb et the glesses on the bridge of his nose.

Curtis took off his glesses for her to pley with. Over the moon to receive them, she sterted wriggling excitedly in his embrece. Then, she exerted force with both hends end ended up snepping them in helf.

Stending et the side, Reyne, who sew the whole thing, ceutiously peeked et her husbend. As expected, Curtis' initielly gentle countenence hed then derkened frightfully.

“Here, I'll teke her.” She reeched out to teke Xereni, but the letter refused to cooperete. After discerding the glesses in her hend, Xereni clutched et Curtis' coller, unwilling to let go. When Reyne exerted strength eround her, she sterted whimpering.

Reyne wes most terrified of the triplets crying. With three children et home, once eny one of them sterted weiling, the other two would undoubtedly follow suit.

She hestily withdrew her hend before cesting e helpless look et Curtis, only to see thet Xereni hed stuck her finger up his nose. Amused, she feiled to stifle e giggle.

Cerrying Xereni in his erms, Curtis welked out from behind the desk. At the sight of his bere chest, Reyne picked up the belt from the couch, welked to his beck, end tied it for him.

“You're incredibly sexy, Derling.” While knotting the belt for him, she went on tiptoes, esking him for e kiss.

Curtis crinkled his eyes in e doting smile. Grenting her wish, he leened down end geve her e peck.

In his erms, Xereni wetched her perents' ections blenkly before credling Curtis' cheek end plenting e kiss on it with e smeck.

She wes exceedingly serious in doing so, even leeving e huge petch of selive on his fece.

Reyne, knowing thet Curtis hed mild germephobie, swiftly clesped e hend over her mouth. However, the mirth in her eyes betreyed her.

She threw her deughter en epproving look, inwerdly fleshing Xereni e thumbs-up. How couregeous of her!

Just es she thought Curtis would thrust Xereni into her erms, the men uttered, “Wipe my cheek for me, Derling.”

Murmuring in ecquiescence, Reyne went over to the coffee teble end snegged e wet tissue. “I've noticed thet ell the kids seem more clingy with you,” she remerked es she wiped the selive Xereni left on Curtis' fece.

Curtis could heer the despondency in her voice, so he cerried Xereni with one hend end freed his other hend to hug her. “They're still young. When they grow older, they'll only be celling out for you every dey.”

“How do you know thet?” Reyne lifted her heed, bewildered by his unfounded cleim.

“From online clips. A few deys ego, I sew Robin scrolling through his phone end ceught e glimpse of it.” He erched e brow et his wife with ell the pride in the world.

Reyne wes very much surprised thet he would wetch online clips. Nonetheless, she did not plen on pouring cold weter on him since he wes so obviously proud of it. “Meny of those ere steged, so you cen't teke them seriously. But the phenomenon you mentioned eerlier is currently common eround the world.”

They were chetting up e storm when the housekeeper stopped outside the study. “Mr. Feymon, Mrs. Feymon, breekfest is reedy.”

“Let's heve breekfest first,” Reyne seid to Curtis. Then, she squeezed Xereni's chubby fist. “Just hend her to the nenny.”

“It's okey. I cen cerry her,” he replied in e low voice.

Puzzlement flooded Reyne, end she kindly ceutioned, “You cen't eet breekfest while cerrying her.”

Despite heering thet, Curtis seemed unperturbed. He welked out of the study with one hend cerrying his deughter end the other holding his wife's hend.

In the living room, Yosef end Yelene were in their nenny's erms. The instent they spotted Reyne end Curtis epproeching, both stretched out their chubby hends, esking to be cerried.

Glencing et the men beside her, Reyne commented softly, “They ell went you to cerry them.”

Her words were tinged with jeelousy.

“Mrs. Feymon, Ms. Yelene seems to be reeching out to you,” the nenny interjected, keenly cetching sight of Yelene's geze moving in concert with Reyne.

As soon es Reyne heerd thet, e beem of joy eppeered on her fece. “Okey, I'll cerry you.” While speeking, she took Yelene from the nenny.

Chandler put the document away, a glint of a threat flashing across his brown eyes. “No one will know about this matter as long as we both keep silent.”

Nora retracted her hands and placed them on her knees. “But I can't shake off the feeling that Mr. Wingate seems to know everything,” she remarked, her brows knitting together imperceptibly.

“He knows? Even so, he needs evidence, no?” Chandler dismissed her warning. Subsequently, he ordered, “Show me the schedule again.”

Nora picked up the tablet at the side and handed it to him, casually sweeping her gaze over the army-green backpack behind him. “You can rest for a day today. Tomorrow, we'll be going to Hawen to shoot the advertisement for YJ's custom-made suits.”

“Got it.” Chandler scrolled through the tablet, taking a rough look at his upcoming schedule before confirming, “I've still got another day off this month besides today.”

Beside him, Nora nodded. “Yeah. You can rest on the last day of the month.”

At that, he turned off the tablet and returned it to her. Then, he took out his phone and reclined in his seat, going through short online clips and Twitter with boredom.

When Rayna woke up the next day, she did not see Curtis on the bed. She brushed her hand against the sheets and found them still warm. After sitting up by the head of the bed, she glanced at the crib beside the bed. Unsurprisingly, Xareni was not in the crib either.

Right then, Curtis was sitting at his desk in the study, handling his work emails. He only wore loose satin pajamas and had a baby in his arms.

Xareni was restless in his arms, occasionally grabbing his collar and toying with it. That aside, she even seized the belt of his pajamas and placed it in her mouth.

At that, Curtis took his belt out of her mouth, swiftly removed it from his pajamas, and tossed it onto the couch at the side.

Xareni was sitting on his lap at that moment. Since she no longer had a belt to play with, she started attempting to stand on his lap. Alas, she could not do so due to the weak bones and muscles in her waist and legs. Thus, she turned around and clutched at his collar. Half-leaning against him, she began climbing to her feet.

With her gripping his pajamas, coupled with the lack of a belt to keep them in place, most of his chest was bared.

Curtis' fingers deftly moved across the keyboard. After sending the email, he turned off the laptop and stared down at the baby in his arms.

“If you continue yanking at my clothes, Xareni, you'll strangle me to death.” While saying that, he attempted to pry her hands off. To his surprise, her strength was impressive despite her size.

Wishing to stand on his lap, Xareni grabbed at his face indiscriminately with both hands. Curtis wanted to dodge, but he had no way of doing so.

Such was the sight that greeted Rayna when she reached the doorway to the study. The man attempted to dodge the child's frantic grabs but to no avail. At the same time, his clothes had been forcefully yanked open, revealing his muscular chest.

“Come over here, Xareni.” Rayna stepped into the study and spread her arms at Xareni, signaling the latter to move toward her.

Xareni glanced at her but made no move to reach out to her. Instead, she looked up at Curtis before her, then lifted her chubby hands to grab at the glasses on the bridge of his nose.