Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 113 Not Pregnant

Rayna’s face flushed as he flirted with her. It was only during that period could she receive Curtis’ compliments.

She cleared her throat and feigned nonchalance. If I listen to more of Uncle Curtis’ words, I’ll burst into flames from blushing too hard. ”I’m sending you home, Mr. Faymon. You’ll feel better tomorrow after a good night’s sleep.”

“Will you be keeping me company, Sweetheart?”

Of course not!

Sensing her silence, he said, “Today is my birthday. You’re not celebrating this day with me, Sweetheart?”

“Didn’t those people help celebrate your birthday?” she muttered and stole a glance at him. Unexpectedly, Curtis was staring at her. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the anticipatory look in his pensive gaze.

Is he looking forward to me celebrating his birthday with him?

Initially, Rayna could’ve just sent him to his mansion, and she would be free to go home. However, she had rarely had the chance to see that side of him. He was gentle, and his gaze was not cold and harsh as usual.

It would be very difficult for her to see him behave in that manner again, so her heart softened.

“Fine.”

Rayna turned the car around and drove toward the amusement park.

The amusement park was even more crowded and lively during the nights of the weekends compared to regular days. The whole place was brightly lit, the giant Ferris wheel rotated round and round, and the sound of people chatting and laughing reverberated in the air.

They entered the park after having their tickets checked. All of a sudden, he wrapped his large and warm hand around hers. “There are a lot of people here in the amusement park. I think it’ll be better for me to hold your hand to prevent the baby from getting hurt.”

Rayna was at a loss for words. Can you stop saying that, Uncle Curtis? I’m really not pregnant!

Naturally, Curtis couldn’t hear Rayna’s inner thoughts as he continued to lead her through the crowd with their hands linked. Sometimes, when passers-by accidentally moved closer to her, he immediately stretched out his hand to shield her and chided others sternly, “Please watch where you’re going. My sweetheart is pregnant.”

The passers-by would then apologize to the couple repeatedly.

Rayna was so embarrassed she wished for the ground to swallow her whole.

try some of the delicacies. However, Curtis refused her by saying that the spicy

her temper. She threw a tantrum and shrugged

He caressed and coaxed her, “Let’s not consume any unhealthy food for the baby’s sake.

a bench before moving away to

gradually dawned on her that she had just lashed out at him, Rayna used her hand to cover

remember any of these when he wakes tomorrow.

his left hand and a cup of milkshake in

Have a taste, Sweetheart.” He picked up a piece of the fries and blew on it before delivering it to her mouth. “I

this by myself.” She wasn’t

disdaining

Rayna was stumped.

meant, okay? I’m simply not

She was surprised by how delicious the snack was. Right after she finished a piece, he fed her

the

them stood the large, colorful, and dazzling Ferris wheel. Bending down in front of Rayna,

sweet and warm

that time would flow a little slower

resting for a short while, Curtis held her hand again as they continued to move through the crowd. Taking in how happy the others were, Rayna also wanted to sit on the Ferris wheel, but he forbade

too high. Besides, there will

on

conceded. When she saw many people enjoying the bumper cars, she wanted to try them out too. Unfortunately, Curtis denied her again. “No. That’s a game involving people driving cars to knock into

her cup of milkshake to the floor in frustration. “If

avoid these dangerous pursuits.” He corrected her while pointing to one side. “I think this

looked in that direction, and her facial expression

won’t be any danger since the ride will just go round

carry her in his arms. Then, after entering the venue, he carefully placed her on the rainbow horse. “Have fun,

a loss

girl saw how doting Curtis was, she immediately raised a ruckus. “Ah! Look how attentive

Why do you need me to carry you?” the boy

years old. She’s like a child who won’t grow old, and I’m willing to hold her in my arms for the

was utterly humiliated

cheeks reddened slightly. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help