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

Rayna was about to adjust it again, he shot an icy look at her, warning her that she was risking another round of chiding from him if she

looked back

garage before taking the elevator

dress, the second they stepped out of the

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

in response and brought Rayna

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

realized that her wedding dress

Instead, he tightened his grip and said, “I realized you weren’t eating much at home,

your home.

Curtis turned

Once she realized what the conversation had been, she clamped her

and she was tired. No matter how long she fought with him, the man would continue to do as

she began

than half an hour later, all the

Furthermore, the food at Good Times Restaurant was

choke on her food before pushing the glass

lifted her head to glance at him, but as she had stuffed her mouth full of food,

“You… Don’t talk…”

“All right, all right. I

then bit into the meat, but before she could swallow, nausea rushed up her

Her face turned ashen.

she found the trash can, she vomited

hurried over to her, his face almost as pale as hers.

he handed to her and drank half of the water inside, but she still felt uncomfortable after that. “This is frustrating.

do other pregnant women eat so much during their pregnancies

ached when he

gotten pregnant, but this was the first time he saw it with his

were no colors on Rayna’s face at all, and she

want some fruits?” Curtis softly asked. “I’ll ask them to send some

ill, and her mood only took a turn for the worse at the sight

endure the troubles and symptoms that came with the babies. Her excitement for

him

it back then, but you said

Rayna cursed. “How can I possibly have heard what you said

his voice even more and said, “Okay, okay, this is all my fault. Have more