Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 520

Curtis looked calm in contrast to the woman’s fury. He even said, “My sperms are of the best quality. Another man might not be able to let you get pregnant with triplets. If you want the kid, you’ll have to accept my term.”

“Mom!” Rayna whipped her head toward her mother. “Are you not going to help me out?”

“I-I don’t have anything to say to this.” Linda was surprised to hear Rayna call out for her. Cautiously, she said, “I think Mr. Faymon is right…”

“Right? You call this right? He’s guilt-tripping me!”

Rayna was shaking from fury when she realized that even her mother was not taking her side. In the next second, she shoved her chair away and stormed outside.

“Ms. Linda, please continue with your meal.” With that said, Curtis hurried after her.

Right as Rayna reached the garden, Curtis, who caught up with her, grabbed her hand tightly.

“Are you going back? I’ll send you home.”

“I don’t need that!” Rayna bellowed. “Let go of me!”

Yet, Curtis brought her to the open-air parking lot and shoved her into the car as if he could not hear her.

After getting into the driver’s seat, he was greeted by the sight of Rayna’s angry expression. At that, he let out a silent chuckle before leaning over to buckle her safety belt for her.

When he pulled the safety belt past her stomach, he saw a slight bump in her stomach.

Then, he tugged on the safety belt to check its elasticity to make sure that it would not press too much against her stomach.

As he started the car, he asked, “Back to the condominium?”

Rayna turned her head toward the window and ignored him.

He slowly drove out of the Faymon residence as both continued to stay silent.

When Curtis noticed that the air conditioner was directed at Rayna, he reached over to push the flaps up and increased the temperature.

Once Rayna realized that the inside of the car had gotten hotter, she grimaced and pushed the flap back down to direct the breeze at herself.

“Stop messing with it.” Curtis pushed it back up.

“Who’s messing with you? I’m feeling hot.” Rayna huffed and redirected the air conditioner at herself. “If you don’t want me to be in your car, stop the car and let me off.”

if you have the air conditioner directed at

an icy look at her, warning her that she was risking another

and looked back

elevator to Good Times Restaurant on

of the elevator, the other patrons in

greeted, only giving Rayna a brief glance with a polite smile. “It has been a while since your last visit. We have a room available right now, so

quietly in response and brought Rayna

you take me here?” she uttered in a low voice, still angry. “I don’t want to

wedding dress was attracting a

grip and said, “I realized you weren’t eating much at home, so I brought you here to

is your

said it was your home either.” Curtis turned to glimpse at her. “Ms. Garland,

what the conversation had been, she

since morning, and she was tired. No matter how long

menu, she began

half an hour later, all the dishes

eaten anything for the entire day, so she was indeed hungry. Furthermore, the food at Good Times Restaurant was good,

food before pushing the glass of grape juice toward her. “No one’s going

at him, but as she had

“You… Don’t talk…”

“All right, all right. I won’t say anything

meat, but before she could

Her face turned ashen.

she found the trash can, she vomited the food she just ate

the matter?” Curtis hurried over to her, his face almost as pale as hers. “Did you

her and drank half of the water inside, but she still felt uncomfortable after that. “This is frustrating. My pregnancy symptoms

eat so much during

heart ached when he heard

rough time since she had gotten pregnant, but this was the first time he saw it with his own

Rayna’s face at all, and she looked

Curtis softly asked. “I’ll ask

her mood only took a turn for the worse at the sight of the origin of her frustrations. “Curtis, you b*stard, why didn’t you

the pregnancy went on, the longer she had to endure the troubles and symptoms that came with the babies. Her excitement

hate him

it

“How can I possibly have heard what you

more and said, “Okay, okay, this is all my fault. Have more of this tomato soup. It’s spicy, so I doubt you’ll vomit