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.”

be feeling unwell later if you have the

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

and looked back out of

taking the elevator to Good Times Restaurant

stepped out of the elevator, the other patrons in the

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 please let me lead

quietly in response and

in a low voice, still angry.

dress

his grip and said, “I realized you weren’t eating much at

your home. Not

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

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 ordering everything she

hour later, all the dishes she ordered

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

fearing that she would choke on her food before pushing the glass of grape juice toward her. “No one’s going to kick you

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

“You… Don’t talk…”

despite himself. “All right, all right. I won’t

but before

Her face turned ashen.

can, she vomited the food she just ate back

the matter?” Curtis hurried over to her, his face almost as pale as

but she still felt uncomfortable after that. “This is frustrating. My pregnancy symptoms are

do other pregnant women eat so much during their pregnancies while

heart ached when he

had gotten pregnant, but

face at

want some fruits?” Curtis softly asked. “I’ll

for the worse at the sight of the origin of her frustrations. “Curtis, you b*stard, why didn’t you take any safety precautions

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

hate him so

his throat awkwardly. “I asked you about it back then, but you said to

cursed. “How can I possibly have heard what you

said, “Okay, okay, this is all my fault. Have more of this tomato soup.