Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 507

Kristie slumped on the couch. She was bored out of her mind flipping through the channels on the television and peeping into the kitchen.

This weirdo’s cooking skills seem deft.

About half an hour later, Samson served the dishes in the dining area. “Ms. Winton, the food is ready.”

As the irresistible smell filled the air, Kristie hurriedly got up and strode toward the dining table.

When she saw that it was pork chop with cream sauce, her stomach started rumbling.

Samson passed her a fork and urged, “Have a bite.”

“It smells good, but I’m sure it tastes bad.” Kristie scoffed, “You’d better start packing and get ready to leave.”

Then, she had a piece of piping hot pork chop.

It was unexpectedly delicious! The insults she was ready to hurl at him immediately turned into compliments. “Wow! This is superb! Hang on… Why does it taste exactly the same as the food you ordered for me the last time?”

Kristie took another bite and confirmed that the food tasted just like the one she had before. At that instant, she shot Samson a death stare and bellowed, “I can’t believe that you ordered take-out and pretended you cooked it! Shame on you!”

“I was here the entire time. How could I have ordered food delivery?”

Kristie was stumped by his question. She pointed at the window next to the kitchen and claimed, “I bet they were outside, and you used a rope to collect the food from them discreetly. Otherwise, how do you explain the identical tastes of the food I’ve tasted both times?”

Left with no choice, Samson told her the truth. “I know that you’re a picky eater, so I told a lie. The dish you had the last time was also prepared by yours truly. “

“Did I ever say that I’m a picky eater?” Kristie was fuming.

“Mr. Faymon told me that.”

What?

Upset, Kristie sulked as she ate her food.

How dare Curt tell this old fellow everything! He even arranged for him to take care of me without seeking my opinion first!

Samson took a chair and sat beside her, asking, “How is it? Can I stay?”

knew she did not like Larissa’s cooking. Hence, she

her to finish her food before lovingly pouring her a glass of

down

and cook whatever I demand.

Samson acknowledged. “Anything else?”

her chin and threatened, “Let me tell you something. My boyfriend

boyfriend?” Samson’s expression darkened. “Since when?” he asked in a cold

need to know is he’s not one to be trifled

gripped her wrist with force. “How did you know him? What’s his name?” His gaze was so frightening that he

me!” Frowning, Kristie

me now or I won’t cook

me your attitude! You’re just a bodyguard hired by Curt.

her wrist with a vice-like grip. It made her

and he’s super impressive. I’m going to call him if you

that, Samson

released Kristie, and the latter quickly rubbed her hurting

it again, and my boyfriend won’t let you off so easily.” Kristie side-eyed

Samson chuckled. “Your boyfriend is great,

her eyes and huffed in anger. “Are you assuming that I lied to you? Fine, I’ll give him

asked, “Would you

want

“Okay.”

hands as she watched the man bring the dishes back to the

does something feel

…

Kristie’s place, Carl hastily took a cab to Faymon

led him into a bedroom and requested that he visits Faymon Group to find out more information from Curtis. At the same time, Samson also

his head, completely baffled. “Isn’t he one of Mr.

cab pulled

at Carl in the passenger seat. “Hey

“Thank you, Mr. Driver.”

Curtis got out of the cab. He texted Curtis while heading

receptionist approached him and said, “Hi, kiddo. This way,

into a crescent when he smiled. “You’re not only beautiful, but you’re

sheepishly. Then, she led Carl into an elevator and swiped the access card. “The elevator will bring you straight to the correct floor.