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.”

his hand away, she begrudgingly returned to her

laptop on the coffee table before striding to the bar area. He snagged a glass and got himself

straightened, he spotted Rayna bustling around in the open kitchen. Her black hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail

eyes fixated on her, watching as she moved about at times or took something

kind of allure exactly does she have that I can’t forget her? And why is it that she has the

somewhat irritable, he threw his head back and downed

was helping Rayna when her phone rang

to the side to answer

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

give you a half-day leave. Just come over on the dot tomorrow morning,” Curtis

got nothing to do here anyway, Mr. Faymon,

left, Curtis remained leaning against

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

me, no? In that case, why should I still go and help

Lovett? Why isn’t she helping Rayna?” Kristie questioned upon seeing

high fever, so I

that, Kristie rolled up her sleeves and dashed toward

stopped by

fire breaks out, Faymon Group doesn’t have that much money to compensate everyone.” As Curtis recalled her “moment of glory” previously, the corners

Am I to leave her to do all the work by herself? That

at the man fixedly with a crafty look

sense of foreboding promptly flooded

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

can’t even differentiate between salt and

anything and insisted on helping, so do grant him the opportunity,

glanced over her shoulder, she was greeted

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

at Kristie, but the latter had

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

eluded Curtis, and he went silent for