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?”

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

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

down with

gulped it down. Then, she said placidly, “You can stay and cook whatever I demand. You’re not allowed in

Samson acknowledged. “Anything else?”

him an unfriendly look. She lifted her chin and threatened, “Let me tell you something. My boyfriend is incredibly strong. He can knock you out in just one punch.

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

you need to know

name?” His gaze was so frightening that he looked like he was going to

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

or I won’t cook

a bodyguard hired

was still glaring at her and holding her wrist with a vice-like grip. It made her blaze

is James, and he’s super impressive. I’m going

that, Samson was

Kristie, and the latter

You’re scared out of your wits now? Try it again, and

I’m afraid.” 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 to come

the table. He asked, “Would you like some cream puffs?

I want strawberry

“Okay.”

man bring

does something

…

leaving Kristie’s place, Carl hastily took a

him into a bedroom and requested that he visits Faymon Group to find out more information from Curtis. At

one of Mr. Curtis’ men? Why doesn’t he ask Mr. Curtis

cab pulled over by

at Carl in the passenger seat. “Hey kiddo, you’ve arrived at

“Thank you, Mr. Driver.”

out of the cab. He

a receptionist approached him and

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

the access card. “The elevator will bring you straight to the correct floor. It won’t stop along the way,