Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 506

Curtis hummed an answer coldly and murmured, “I don’t want it anymore. You can sell it off.”

The manager froze, thinking she had misheard Curtis’ words. “Mr. Faymon, are you sure you don’t want this pink diamond?”

“Yes. Is there anything else?”

When the manager heard the coldness in Curtis’ tone, her heart tensed. “All right, Mr. Faymon. The deposit will be—”

…

Alas, the call ended before she could even finish.

The manager was left dumbfounded for a long time. She could not understand why Curtis asked them to pick a pink diamond months ago and give it an extremely high price only to say he did not want it anymore now.

Nonetheless, she put away the phone and returned to Rayna’s and Jefferson’s company. “Sorry for keeping you waiting. The customer says he doesn’t want the pink diamond anymore. You may purchase it at the normal price.”

Jefferson was slightly puzzled, but he quickly put on a smile and said, “He doesn’t want it anymore? Very well. I’ll pay by card.”

After going through a thirty-minute payment process, the pink diamond was finally in their possession.

Rayna felt a little nervous walking out of the store wearing such a large pink diamond. “This pink diamond looks rather loud in broad daylight. Perhaps I should keep it and bring it out again during the engagement ceremony.”

Jefferson took her hand. “It’s okay. Just keep it on. Let the other women see it. Let them envy you for having such a great husband who bought you such a big pink diamond.”

Smiling, Rayna shot him a glare jokingly. “You’re so childish!”

When they both arrived at the supermarket, Rayna received a call from Carl.

He complained about Kristie constantly bullying him. Aside from that, he also asked when was Rayna returning, for he wanted to have her cooking.

Glancing at Jefferson who was pushing the cart and picking the ingredients, Rayna had no choice but to hold her tongue. “Maybe a few days later. Please have your meals at your aunt’s for a few more days. I’ll make you all kinds of delicious food when I’m back.”

Rayna figured Carl would not be lonely with Kristie around. After all, the former wanted to spend more time with Jefferson.

“Okay!” Carl agreed without hesitation. “Anyway, don’t forget that you’re pregnant, Ms. Rayna. Make sure you get more rest, okay?”

“Yeah, I know.”

Carl hung up, Kristie, who had been holding her breath by the side, rushed over and asked expectantly, “So? Did Rayna say when is

Kristie, do you think you’re

taunted, “I can say the same for you! Look at you. You’ve become a kid

only right that

is eat. Why use do I need you when you

“If you’re so capable, why don’t you call her yourself? Look at you whining away when you’re not the one who made the call. From my point of view, you’re the

“Say it again!’

You’re picky and spoiled! No one

the couch to chase after him.

not stupid. Why shouldn’t I run away?” Carl made a funny face at

the living room, chasing after each other. They made so much noise it made Larissa, who was making dessert

hearing the doorbell ringing, Larissa cleaned her hands and went over

middle-aged man

me over to

he handed a contract to

were no errors, Larissa opened the door wider and invited Samson in. “Ms. Winton is quite easy to take care of. It’s just that

she need anyone to keep her company when

that fact. “Oh, right. Ms. Winton still needs to take her medicines. You’ll need to put it

messing around

she still have

here.” Larissa pointed at the kitchen and continued, “I’ll need you to prepare a meal for me to review.

brat! Don’t run away!” Kristie shouted as she ran

focused on running after Carl that she did not see the person in front of him. In the end, she slammed into

caused her to

arm around her

wondered how did Larissa have so much strength. The moment she looked up and

you

you. I can’t come in the future since I have to take care of my

care of me.

realized Samson’s arm was still around her waist. Thinking back to the intimate position they were in earlier,

Aunt Kristie. He was only helping you up when you almost fell just now. Stop

a gentle smack on the head. “You twit. I am the most beautiful person on earth. Why? Can’t