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.”

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

Kristie, do you think you’re more important

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

It’s only right that you

use do I

why don’t you call her yourself? Look at you whining away when you’re not the one who made the call.

“Say it again!’

and spoiled! No one loves

the couch to chase after him. “You little

run away?” Carl made

They made so much noise it made

ringing, Larissa cleaned her hands

was stunned to see a middle-aged man standing at the

over to take care of Ms. Winton,”

he handed a

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 can be

keep her company

thinking it was Curtis who told him about that fact. “Oh, right. Ms. Winton still needs to take her medicines. You’ll need

Samson stopped in his tracks and watched the duo messing around in the living room. A pained look

she still have nightmares

to prepare a meal for me to review. If Ms. Winton doesn’t eat

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

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

caused her

around her waist and pulled

face. As she patted her chest to calm herself down, she wondered how did Larissa have so much strength. The moment

are you in

one Mr. Faymon sent to take care of you. I

want him to take care

her waist. Thinking back to the intimate position they were in earlier, Kristie hastily leaped out of his embrace and

you almost fell just now. Stop thinking that everyone’s interested in you just because you’re pretty,”

smack on the head. “You twit. I am the