Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 411

Clinging onto Rayna, Kristie told her everything she wanted to eat. In turn, Rayna placed an order through the application.

“It’ll take at least forty minutes for the groceries to be delivered. Are there flour and unsalted butter in the kitchen?” Rayna asked Larissa as she headed toward the kitchen, ignoring Curtis altogether.

“Yes. They’re all in the upper cabinet.” Larissa followed her into the kitchen and helped her retrieve the said items. Then, she added, “There’s also an oven and some molds for cookies. Do you need them as well, Ms. Garland?”

“Yes. Please take them out for me.”

“Sure.”

Kristie didn’t go into the kitchen but eyed Curtis beside her and inquired in curiosity, “What did you say was the purpose of your visit just now? You’re here for your laptop, right?”

Without waiting for Curtis to answer, she started rummaging everywhere in the living room.

In the end, she found the laptop beside the television. With all the excitement in the world, she brought it over to him. “Found it! Hurry up and leave, Curt, lest your work gets held up.”

Curtis was rendered speechless for a moment.

He massaged his temples. “I worry about you since there’s an outsider at home. I’ll leave later.”

“What outsider?” Kristie was lost at first before she followed his gaze to the kitchen and caught sight of Rayna. Immediately, chagrin swamped her. “Rayna isn’t an outsider! Don’t treat her like your enemy simply because you’ve broken up with her. She’s stunningly beautiful, and many men are interested in her even if you aren’t.”

Curtis’ eyes darkened a shade. “You’re now siding with outsiders, Kristie?”

“I was just speaking the truth.” Kristie curled her ruby lips. In the next instant, something seemingly occurred to her. She leaned close to the man and queried in a whisper, “Are you so adamant about staying because you want to eat Rayna’s cooking, Curt?”

“No.”

In response, Kristie harrumphed. “I think that’s the reason all right. It’s obvious that you want to stick around for a free meal, Curt.”

Pressing his hand against her head, Curtis forcibly turned her around in the direction of her room. “Go back to your bedroom and change out of your pajamas. If you continue talking back to me, I’ll dismiss Mdm. Lovett and leave you to fend for yourself.”

Slapping his hand away,

the bar area. He snagged a glass and got himself

spotted Rayna bustling around in the open kitchen. Her black hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail that hung down her back, giving vague glimpses

of the bar with his ebony eyes fixated on her, watching as she moved about at times or took something from

does she have that I can’t forget her? And why is it that she has the ability to

downed the entire glass

Larissa was helping Rayna when

she went to the

two minutes later, she hurried out to look for Curtis and implored frantically, “Mr. Faymon, my granddaughter is running a high fever. My son and daughter-in-law are on a business trip and can’t make it back. I’m afraid my granddaughter won’t

a half-day leave. Just come over

Larissa was grateful beyond words. Before leaving, she suggested, “Since you’ve got nothing to do here anyway, Mr. Faymon, you can go in and lend Ms.

after she had left, Curtis remained leaning against the bar without budging an

cast a look at the kitchen, only to see that Rayna was managing perfectly

no? In that case, why should I still go and help her? Besides, I’m not here

upon seeing that Rayna was alone in

granddaughter is running a high fever, so I

go and lend Rayna a hand!” Upon hearing that, Kristie rolled up

was stopped by Curtis

that much money to compensate everyone.” As Curtis recalled her “moment of glory” previously, the corners of his mouth

set the wrong duration for the oven! Am I to leave her

the man fixedly with a

foreboding promptly

could say anything, Kristie shoved him into the kitchen and announced loudly, “Rayna, Curt has offered to

Rayna snorted and scoffed, “He can’t even differentiate between salt and sugar.

without doing anything

her shoulder, she was greeted

she pointed at the bowl of flour. “Since you’re eager to help, Mr. Faymon, go

on his face, Curtis turned to glower at Kristie, but the latter had long since fled

up and mix the flour!” Rayna urged. Then, she even muttered, “He shouldn’t have offered to help if he doesn’t know how to do

Curtis, and he