Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 524

“W-Why did you stand outside the door? And what did you hear?” Intense fear that Carl had overheard the conversation between her and Curtis swamped Rayna, and her heart lodged into her throat.

Carl chuckled. “I heard you having a row with Mr. Curtis and saying that he was annoying.”

“That’s all?”

Carl’s eyes promptly lit up. “Don’t tell me you had a fight with Mr. Curtis even earlier? Did you win?”

Phew! Luckily, he didn’t overhear those matters Curtis and I discussed.

Relief suffused Rayna. Rolling her eyes at him, she snapped, “Where did you mind go? Why would we get into a fight? Besides, would he dare fight me when he’s a man while I’m a pregnant lady?”

“It’s a possibility.” Throwing two grapes into his mouth, Carl continued in a garbled voice, “Did you not notice that you’re unbelievably hot-tempered with Mr. Curtis? You always scold him, so it’s entirely possible that you got physical with him.”

The instant Rayna heard that, her face darkened at once. “When have I been hot-tempered?”

“It’s true, Ms. Rayna. I’ve observed it. When you previously brought Mr. Hamilton over, you were incredibly gentle with him without the slightest hint of a temper. However, you’re exceedingly fierce with Mr. Curtis. You hadn’t talked to him nicely since he came, and you even chastised him for being annoying earlier.” Carl narrated his analysis to her, his tone confident.

Is that really me?

Stunned by his comment, Rayna pondered upon it and found that it was seemingly true, but she had never been aware of it.

Subsequently, Carl questioned in a murmur, “Do you still love Mr. Curtis, Ms. Rayna? I heard women are only so hot-tempered and impetuous before the person they love.”

Grabbing a few grapes, Rayna stuffed them all into his mouth and glared at him. “No! Stop running your mouth. You’re almost as annoying as him. Eat your grapes!”

His cheeks puffed up from the bunch of grapes stuffed into his mouth. He couldn’t even utter a single word. Utter helplessness deluged him.

Hmph! I’ve undoubtedly got it right and hit her sore spot. Look at her embarrassed expression! That’s the best evidence!

Disdained by Rayna, he escaped to the kitchen to look for Curtis.

cook supper because he had attended some culinary classes and improved his cooking skills. Regretfully, the corners

“Say, Mr. Curtis… if you can’t cook, we can order takeaway. There are still restaurants operating at

bun Curtis made the previous time remained vivid in his mind, and he never wanted

you’re mute if you remain silent,” Curtis enunciated without even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan

in the pan splattered onto his shirt that had been rolled

pasta out and

pieces of

he could

olio with lots

finding it pretty fragrant. Oh, I might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements that render him like a novice, the pasta

carried the pasta out and hollered toward the living room, “Come and have

his hands, he happily went back to the

carried the second plate, he saw that the pasta was bare, with just some basil on

a huge pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is

It’s all on Rayna’s plate,”

I’m also a kid!” Carl

placed it on the plate in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs are rich

Words eluded Carl.

all torn, evidence of

oil stains on his hands. When he noticed that Carl was still standing there with the pasta, he quirked a brow and asked, “Why, is it not enough for you? I’ll fry you another

pouted. “This is favoritism, Mr. Curtis! There’s obviously a lot of grilled chicken, yet you

a smile. “Do you still want this

that the man intended to take the plate out of his hands, Carl swiftly

didn’t want to eat at first, but she was rather hungry after having vomited the entire day and

went to the dining table and saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible. Then she spotted Carl trotting out of the kitchen with

egg on his plate, she said in sheer surprise, “You

was just about to

kitchen, had a threatening look in his eyes, seemingly promising to teach Carl a lesson in the next second if he dared complain