Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 242 Arnaud Montail

Rayna commented, “You have a strange dog. You are its master, but it doesn’t stick to you.”

Curtis responded, “Aren’t you?”

It took Rayna a moment to realize what he was referring to. She quickly lowered her head and pretended to chop the vegetables, her face turning bright red.

She was busy frying fish and couldn’t leave the pan, so she taught Curtis how to make meatballs instead.

Curtis almost gave up when he saw the two large bowls of minced meat, but in the end, he put on the gloves. It was his first time doing this, and he couldn’t even make the meatballs round. Rayna grew anxious when she saw how little progress he was making.

“Roll them! Who told you to pinch them?” Rayna got so angry that she started teaching him the ropes. “Roll it like this. Oh, I can’t believe it. Why is your handwriting so pretty when your hands aren’t that flexible?”

Curtis blurted out, “They are two different things!”

“Roll the meatballs!” Rayna roared. She slapped his head and ordered, “If you can’t roll them, you can’t have dinner with us!”

It was at this point that Curtis learned not to talk back at a woman.

During dinner, Kristie learned that Curtis had helped roll the meatballs. She saw how helpless he looked and couldn’t stop laughing as she slammed the table. “Oh, I can’t believe Curtis got scolded! This is hilarious!”

She then prayed solemnly, “God, please give Curtis a mischievous daughter who will give him a hard time!”

“Kristie!” Curtis’ veins nearly popped up in rage. “Who gave you the courage to say that?”

James chimed in, “I gave her the courage.”

“What are you all doing? Eat your food!” Afraid that they would argue at the dining table, Rayna started serving them. “Stop talking. You don’t want to spray your saliva all over the food, do you?”

Curtis pulled a dish closer to him.

After dinner, Rayna reminded Curtis that he had offered to do the dishes and sent him to the kitchen. She then went to the yard with James.

“I found this,” James said as he handed Rayna an envelope. “Twenty-five years ago, a jewelry store in Irushea had a customer who brought in an uncut sapphire. He was getting married and wanted the store to design a set of jewelry for him. They created a three-piece set for him. When the client returned to pick it up, he asked them to engrave his wife’s initials on the ring. I discovered that the man’s name was Sylvester Faymon while his wife’s name was Xandra Quaker.”

James paused before continuing, “I was unable to find any information about the couple’s work, as it had been completely erased. All I know is that the man took a bullet and committed suicide. I saw the couple’s photo, too.”

lips curled. “Let me guess. He bears an uncanny resemblance

James nodded.

that, Rayna told him about

to look into the ring. “Based on your expression, I get the feeling there’s more that you want

asked, “Are there any clues about the

sold at an auction in Bellridge a decade ago and are now in the possession of a noblewoman.

pity,” Rayna

he hadn’t discovered what she

the details. I will go

gave him a smile and shook her head. She wasn’t sure

stopped pursuing the

dinner and singing loudly into a microphone. The noise was so loud that Curtis feared his eardrums would

James and Kristie from

see Rayna squatting and watching the German Shepherd puppy eat meat. Approaching her, he jokingly asked,

Rayna ignored him.

that Rayna was staring at the ground with a sad expression. “What’s the matter? Did

to look at him as if she had just come out of a

about to cry, so I asked if

was just thinking about how you’re too stingy. You have a lot of employees, yet you won’t

generous person in

system before giving

you sure I can choose

“Yeah.”

Rayna held her breath. “Are

felt like teasing her. “Mm. I wonder if you

is quite

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, making him look extra sexy. “You can

hands on Curtis’ chest, her

He’s too irresistibly sexy.

it is possible.” Rayna forced herself to keep a clear head and stammered, “B-But Mr. Chambers is a

his jovial mood. “Ms. Garland, I

I make the call