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 air conditioner directed at you,” he

her, warning her that she was risking another round

scowled and looked back

drove into the underground garage before taking the elevator to Good Times Restaurant on the

of the elevator, the other patrons

a brief glance with a polite smile. “It has been a while since your last visit. We have

hummed quietly in response

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

had realized that her wedding dress was attracting a lot

he tightened his grip and said, “I

is your home. Not

turned to

Once she realized what the conversation

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

she took the menu, she began ordering everything

later, all the dishes

for the entire day, so she was indeed hungry. Furthermore,

glass of grape juice toward her. “No one’s

she

“You… Don’t talk…”

despite himself. “All right, all right. I

into the meat, but before

Her face turned ashen.

she vomited the food she just

his face

inside, but she still felt uncomfortable after that. “This is frustrating. My pregnancy symptoms are getting worse. I feel like vomiting every

much during their pregnancies while I puke everything I

ached when he

time since she had gotten pregnant, but this was the first time he saw

Rayna’s face at all, and she looked

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

eat them.” Rayna was already feeling ill, and her mood only took a turn for the worse at the sight of the origin

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

him so

“I asked you about it back then, but you said to

cursed. “How can I possibly have heard

was feeling terrible, Curtis softened his voice even more and said, “Okay, okay, this is all my fault. Have more of this tomato soup. It’s spicy, so I doubt you’ll