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?”

wanted to reject him, she knew she did not like Larissa’s cooking. Hence,

finish her food before

it down

she said placidly, “You can stay and cook whatever I demand. You’re not allowed in my bedroom, and don’t touch

Samson acknowledged. “Anything else?”

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

darkened. “Since when?” he

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

did you know him? What’s his name?” His

You’re hurting me!” Frowning, Kristie almost teared up. “Let me

or I

You’re just a bodyguard hired by Curt. Don’t be so

and holding her wrist with a

is James, and he’s super impressive. I’m going to call him if you don’t let go

hearing that, Samson was

released Kristie, and the latter quickly rubbed her hurting

Try it again, and my

Nodding, Samson chuckled.

laughing if you’re terrified?” Kristie widened her eyes and huffed in anger. “Are you assuming that I lied to you? Fine, I’ll give him a call now and ask him

“Would you like some cream puffs? I’ll

I want

“Okay.”

as she watched the man bring the dishes back to the kitchen. She felt something was

why does

…

place, Carl hastily

Samson 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 wanted Carl to

of Mr. Curtis’ men? Why doesn’t he

the cab pulled over by

in the

“Thank you, Mr. Driver.”

paying, Curtis got out of the cab. He

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

a crescent when he smiled. “You’re not only beautiful, but you’re also kind-hearted too,”

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