Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 162 Flat Stomach

Right after Rayna hung up the phone, Curtis wheeled himself over to her. He studied her flat stomach and questioned, “Sweetheart, why isn’t your stomach growing when you’ve been pregnant for so long?”

Rayna was rendered speechless.

How come he knows about everything but still thinks this fake pregnancy is real?

“Mr. Faymon, stop looking. It won’t grow no matter how long you look at it.” Rayna sighed loudly and was about to clear things up with him for the third time when he suddenly leaned over.

“The baby probably has arms and legs now, right? Let me listen,” he muttered as he placed his ear against her stomach, even closing his eyes to listen carefully.

Rayna put her hand to her forehead.

He’s so cute when he’s drunk!

Just as she was about to say something, the door beeped and was suddenly pushed open. Alfred stood there in his usual suit, appearing full of vigor.

Rayna was shocked to see him.

Meanwhile, Alfred also froze at the sight of the duo’s intimate pose.

“I was passing by, so I thought of visiting,” he said. When he saw Curtis’ head against Rayna’s stomach, his eyes lit up. “You’re pregnant?”

“No—”

“Yes,” Curtis chimed in. “It’s just that her stomach isn’t growing.”

Of course it won’t grow. I’m not pregnant!

“Really?” Alfred was so delighted to hear the news that he did not notice Curtis’ uncharacteristic behavior. With a bright smile, he strode into the house and pulled Curtis away from Rayna.

Then, he led her to the couch, glancing at her stomach from time to time. “I knew you and Curtis would end up together. You two are a match made in heaven, after all. This is wonderful news!”

Mr. Faymon, you’ve misunderstood,” Rayna hurriedly explained.

tell me. Since you’re pregnant, Curtis and Ms. Sanders’ engagement is now

“No, I mean—”

bankrupt, as I still have enough money to support you guys!” Alfred cut her off once again. “You have to take good care

when Rayna opened her mouth, Alfred’s phone

be about something urgent as he stood up right after hanging up. He reminded them, “It’s Thanksgiving in a few days,

engagement with Ms. Sanders as soon as possible.

left in a

ten minutes, but it

to fear now since he was drunk anyway. “Do you know how big of a misunderstanding

mad.” Curtis approached her in his wheelchair and poured a glass of water for her.

over and roared, “I’m not pregnant! I’m

about that

Rayna slapped her hand over his mouth, embarrassment and despair washing over her. “Please just stop talking! I beg of

This is so humiliating!

Dad told you to take good care of yourself. It doesn’t matter if Faymon Group goes bankrupt. I still have tons of money.

as if she was about to go insane. “Sir,

it a thought and fished out his phone. “Then I’ll give Jasmine a call and ask her when she’s free. We’ll hold a

I’m so touched. Really.” Rayna suppressed her urge to cry as she held his hands down and coaxed, “Let’s talk about this another time. The baby and I are both hungry. Can

stomach and added, “It isn’t good

was at a total loss for words. At that moment,

Upon noticing that, Curtis set aside the dish and told her, “Seafood is fine, but too much isn’t good for the baby. Have more of this spinach

the grilled whole fish, he took the entire plate and picked out the fish bones. Before passing it back

the fish, she couldn’t help but think that Curtis was actually quite adorable

soon found out that she

a bunch of baby products. Not only that, he entered

body while she watched his antics. She took away his phone and said gently, “Mr. Faymon, the doctor

Curtis said a bit unhappily. “Sweetheart, you’re acting too distant by

I call

call me Uncle Curtis? That night,