Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 412

By the time the deliveryman sent the groceries over, Rayna had already baked Ferropenian bread and some animal-shaped cookies.

She carried them out to the living room for Kristie. While at that, she went over to open the door and check all the groceries that had been delivered.

She bought a lot of things, three large bags in total. When she had checked everything and was going to carry them into the kitchen, a massive hand shot out and inadvertently touched the back of her hand.

“I’ll carry them.”

While she was still in a daze, Curtis had already picked up the three shopping bags effortlessly and spun around to head into the kitchen.

Rayna stared at the back of her hand, where the man’s touch seemingly left a trace of lingering warmth.

When he was steadying me just now, he moved away at lightning speed, but he’s now acting as though he didn’t notice it after touching me. Hah!

Meanwhile, Curtis took everything out of the bags and sorted them by kind. From his peripheral vision, he then saw Rayna entering the kitchen. “What are you planning to cook? I’ll wash and cut the ingredients.”

“Kristie wants to eat salmon aglio olio. Cut the salmon first, then wash some lean meat, mushrooms, and a bit of parsley,” Rayna instructed. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she added, “Tell me if you can’t slice the salmon properly.”

Grasping the mocking note in her words, Curtis was convinced that she had something against him.

His brows furrowed, and he leaned close to her, propping a hand against the sink. From that angle, he could only see the top of her head and vaguely smell a faint whiff of bluebells.

“How have I offended you, Ms. Garland? When you almost fell earlier, I even helped you up. Why are you deriding me such?” Curtis demanded lowly.

The moment Rayna heard that, her temper spiked, and she snorted coldly. “How am I deriding you? It’s a fact that you’ve never done any chores, so I’m worried that you’re incapable of doing all this.”

“Can you talk to me properly?”

Without hesitation, Rayna stared right at him. “Yes! Am I not talking to you properly right now? Also, please apologize when you accidentally touched someone.”

Curtis’ face went as black as thunder. “Yet, neither did you bother to thank me when I kept you from falling down just now.”

“I only had a near fall because you were blocking my path! I didn’t ask you to help carry the groceries earlier. You accidentally touched me, but you didn’t apologize. Don’t you think you’ve done anything wrong?” Rayna retorted at once.

Curtis was struck dumb.

last seen her, and she’s really grown to be increasingly eloquent. It’s a pity

of mirth flashed across his

step back, he relented helplessly, “Fine, fine, whatever you say. Can you please be less

some distance between us. If I speak to you formally, it’ll remind me of the gap between

throbbed, and he finally understood why it was unwise to argue with a

one could

utterance from the man could garner ten ripostes from

my way! Go out if you’re not helping instead of standing around and taking up the space here. It’d be faster for

Curtis’ ears ring. Seizing hold of her chin,

peace returned

get some water. The sight that greeted her in the kitchen had her eyes going wide and her jaw dropped. The glass almost slipped from her hand as well. “S-Sorry,

her way back for some soda, bending low. Throughout

furiously pinched Curtis at the waist

several steps, she jerked her head up and shot daggers at him, her cheeks stained with a hint of crimson. “H-How could you be so shameless when you’re a man? I’m going to sue

accept your case. Well, unless that lawyer doesn’t want to be in the legal field anymore.” Curtis rolled up his sleeves unhurriedly,

Rayna gave her back

knife and handed it to her. “In the future, don’t be so formal

gives you

“Hmm?”

her a feeling as though he was going to kiss her.

satisfied with

in the kitchen. When she saw them working together in perfect harmony side by side, she marveled internally. This development is pretty good. I wonder if there’s a chance of

the phone on the table

It was Rayna’s phone.

glimpse “James” on the

Seeing that the couple inside wasn’t

country, Rayna?” No sooner had she picked up the call than she

familiar voice inexorably

quite some time. Help me cover up with Mom. That aside, help me take good care of Kristie.

kitchen,” Kristie answered.

the other end of the phone, the man

and she couldn’t help venturing, “Shall I hand the phone over