Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 428

Rayna did not know what was going on with her either. Recently, she had been having mood swings, and she had been picky with her food. She had been craving cheese buns, and if she could not get them, she would feel upset.

She had never thought Curtis would make her cheese buns because he could not find them.

It was her first time seeing him being in the kitchen for such a long time. His back was broad, and the sight of that made her feel safe.

Rayna tiptoed over and reached out to touch his back.

A little more, and I’ll be able to hug him…

Right then, Curtis shifted his shoulder and turned around.

Rayna instinctively retracted her arm and stood transfixed in her spot, her eyes meeting with his.

“Not gonna watch TV anymore?” Curtis was a little taken aback to see her in the kitchen. He moved a little to the right, afraid that she would see the phone beside the knife block.

Rayna lied, “I’m scared you’ll end up putting sugar as if it’s salt, so I came to supervise you.”

Curtis was rendered speechless.

“How’s it going?” Rayna asked, glancing at the spot behind him. It was then she saw the wonky-shaped buns behind him and how some of the buns even had cheese spilling out of them.

When Curtis looked in the direction she was looking at, he stiffened and said awkwardly, “It’s hard to wrap it around them. I’ll redo them later.”

Rayna shook her head and smiled. “It looks good. I’m sure it’ll taste good too.”

This is already good considering that this is his first time making buns.

Then, she added, “I’m serious. This is your first time making this, and you even know how to prepare the dough and the cheese without anyone teaching you. That’s amazing!”

Curtis nodded in agreement. “It looks like I’m talented at making food.”

The chef, who had accidentally overheard the conversation, pursed his lips.

Stop bluffing, Mr. Faymon. If Ms. Garland wants you to make a whole feast, you’ll be quick in admitting your mistake.

the kitchen a while longer and enjoy him working away, but alas,

said, “It’s probably the oranges. Open the

just tormenting them by asking them to deliver oranges here?” Rayna grumbled, but her heart was melting from his gesture, and she jogged over to open the

saw that it was a woman who opened the door, he

kitchen right now.” Rayna’s eyes drifted toward the two baskets of oranges before the entrance. The smell of them was enticing, and she could not help but pick one up to peel it.

“Oh, okay.”

glance at Rayna. When he saw how much she was enjoying the oranges, he realized with a start that

leave now. Please ask Mr. Faymon to just call the orchard if there’s anything else

could react to that, the deliveryman put on his raincoat and rushed into

Mrs. Faymon?

him. Gabriel had been calling her Mrs. Faymon, but she had felt nothing about it. Yet, now, she found that she quite liked

glanced in the direction of the kitchen at the man with a smile on

women’s shoes and things other than

a new girlfriend. Maybe it’s a heartless reporter jumping

and she simply could not

lost track of how many oranges she had eaten. Finally, Curtis came back out

reached out for it, only to put her hands on her earlobes to

just came out of the oven. It’s certainly going to be hot,” Curtis said, amused by her

glare. “You’re the

her, Curtis picked up a bun and blew on

hesitating, Rayna took

was a little spicy,

mumbled as she took another

if it was bad since it was Curtis’ first time making food. Little did she expect it to be so

ate one after another like a

sat at the side quietly and watched her gobble away. When he saw some cheese on the corner of her lips, he took a napkin to

soft. For a moment, Rayna had forgotten she was eating, and she could only stare at him in

not fall for a man like

the men in the club room had uttered. Then, she thought about how the man before her was handsome, rich, and so capable of making

not to do anything. All he needed was to stand there,

how he would be this gentle to another woman and make great buns

and he quickly moved over to her and asked, “Why are you crying again?

“It tastes good.”