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,”

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

scowled and looked back out of

garage before taking the elevator to Good Times Restaurant on the second floor

the second they stepped out of the elevator, the other patrons in the

been a

quietly in response and

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

too, had realized that her wedding dress was attracting

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

is your home. Not

your home either.” Curtis turned to glimpse at her. “Ms.

the conversation had been, she clamped her

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

she began ordering everything she set

later, all the

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

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

him, but as she had stuffed her mouth

“You… Don’t talk…”

“All right, all right. I won’t say

before she could

Her face turned ashen.

found the trash can, she vomited the

his face

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

pregnant women eat so much during their pregnancies while I puke everything

when he heard

been having a rough time since she had gotten pregnant, but this was the first time he saw it with

on Rayna’s face at all,

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

feeling ill, and 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 take any safety precautions back

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

him

it back then, but you

Rayna cursed. “How can I possibly

“Okay, okay, this is all my fault. Have