Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 347 Hard To Please Others

Curtis’ gaze darkened. He remained silent and unmoving.

Cillian glanced at Curtis and mustered up the courage to continue, “Mr. Faymon, I don’t know why you and Ms. Garland broke up, but my mother-in-law still worries about you. Look, she even made you such a delicious meal. Besides, even if the two of you broke up, it’s not to the extent of becoming enemies, right?

“Why are you and Gabriel so similar? He’s been so talkative lately too!” Curtis glared at Cillian. His expression was still grim, but he opened the door to let Cillian in.

Cillian quickly brought the lunch boxes in.

“Woof!” A small but mighty-looking black German Shephard ran out from the living room. It barked at Cillian and gave him a scare.

“F*ck!” Cillian cursed. He looked toward Curtis with a ridiculous expression on his face. “M-Mr. Faymon, is this your German Shephard? I thought you hated—”

He remembered that Curtis hated long-haired animals.

Curtis interrupted his sentence, “No. Gabriel left it here and asked me to take care of it.”

“Huh? Gabriel…”

Cillian wanted to ask, “Isn’t Gabriel at home? Why is he asking you to take care of his dog?” However, he swallowed those questions and kept silent as he met Curtis’ cold gaze.

He brought the lunch boxes to the table and opened them thoughtfully. In an instant, the delicious aroma of pasta and mushroom soup wafted through the air.

Curtis’ expression darkened as he made his way over.

He pulled the chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down. He noticed another lunch box sitting at a side that was still closed and went to open it. “You could’ve just brought something simple over. Why did she make so much food?”

“My mother-in-law didn’t prepare that.” Cillian scratched his head, still confused about that woman and Curtis’ relationship. He said, “A woman gave it to me and made me bring it to you.”

“A woman?”

“That’s right. She’s very beautiful too.” Cillian recalled. “She has a nice figure and flawless skin, which makes her look like she’s in her twenties. She has a gentle voice and looks like someone from Jetroina.”

the lunch box. His tone was ice cold as he

Cillian answered curtly. Despite the curiosity flooding through him, he did not dare to ask Curtis about

Curtis asked, “What’s this?”

before he said, “When we

expression on his face.

gifts. Why do I have to receive

so quickly. He muttered, “Mr. Faymon,

“I don’t want

“My. Faymon…”

bodyguard should talk less.” Curtis glanced toward him. His cold

to push Curtis further, he hummed a reply and slumped his shoulders as he sighed

out of Linda’s house if he brought back the camera and relayed Curtis’

hard to please

Cillian opened the door and was about to leave,

He was confused about whether the latter had called him and probed cautiously, “Mr. Faymon, did you

for a moment before

was stunned momentarily before he returned to his senses and happily walked over. He placed the camera on the table and said, “Mr. Faymon, take a

and not want the camera again, Cillian hurried out the

that was in the house was gone.

The soup was thick and fragrant, and it tasted like home. He could not help but think of Rayna

were similar. The only difference was that Linda preferred to cook soups whereas Rayna liked to cook

remembered when Rayna first moved in, she would come up with different pasta recipes every

was adamant about making foods he did not like and purposely forced him to finish

lips. However, it disappeared quickly and his expression

make him feel uncomfortable to think

of the food and ran over before running around in circles at Curtis’ feet. Curtis shifted his leg

in hopes of

at him and its tail wagged around happily. It even jumped and placed its paws on

Curtis was rendered speechless.

of how Rayna was smiling