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.

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

Curtis… if you can’t cook,

time remained vivid in his mind, and

Curtis enunciated without even turning back. Seeing that the oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the egg against the edge of

pan splattered onto his shirt that had been rolled up to his elbows, staining

it, Curtis instructed Carl, “Carry the pasta

Carl snagged two pieces of tissue

so he could take the pasta by going

aglio olio with

have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled movements that render him like a novice, the pasta he made is

and hollered toward the living room,

hands, he happily went back to the kitchen to carry the other plate

the pasta was bare, with

there supposed to be a huge pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is it?” Carl asked Curtis, looking up at

didn’t bring much grilled chicken over. It’s all

Mr. Curtis! I’m also a kid!” Carl

out the fried egg from the pan, Curtis carefully placed it on the plate in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs are rich in nutrients, and you

Words eluded Carl.

fried egg on the pasta was all torn, evidence

he quirked a brow and asked,

favoritism, Mr. Curtis! There’s obviously a lot

him a smile. “Do you still want

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

hungry after having vomited the entire day

to the dining table and saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible.

had a fried egg on his plate, she

about to reply when a

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