Dear Sweetheart

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 525

Chapter 525

Out of the blue, Rayna recalled the spaghetti bolognese Curtis had made back when she stayed at his place.

Although it was salty and tasted quite awful, I still finished the entire plate. Then, there’s today’s aglio olio. His cooking skills are dismal, and it doesn’t taste good, but I don’t disdain it. I still feel the same way about him, and my feelings for him seemingly never changed. But why…

Subsequently, the memory of her begging him on that rainy night flashed through her mind.

I went as far as going to my knees, but he remained wholly unmoved. He opened the door and allowed another woman into his house yet never spared me a single glance. How can I simply forgive and forget when he inflicted such pain upon me?

Sorrow seeped into her. As she recalled the past, her eyes stung as she ate, and she started crying without warning.

Tears streamed down her face like a faucet and fell onto the plate.

Curtis noticed that she was keeping her head lowered and saying nothing. A while later, her shoulders even started quivering. On the whole, something seemed amiss with her. His gaze darkened, and he grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look up.

Unexpectedly, he was greeted by the sight of her tear-stained face. Worse still, she was still crying.

Panic promptly seized him. He used his thumb to wipe her tears off. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Carl interjected frostily, “Stop asking the obvious, Mr. Curtis! It’s because your cooking tastes horrible. But then, the pasta is just a bit bland. Is Ms. Rayna crying because the grilled chicken is awful?”

Jerking his head over, Curtis shot him a glare.

However, he had no choice but to admit, with embarrassment coloring his features, “Indeed, my cooking isn’t that great. I thought it’d be fine so long as I followed the steps, but I never thought… I’d fail so spectacularly. If it’s horrible, just leave it. I’ll take you out for something else.”

Carl couldn’t resist raising his hand and saying softly, “I want to go as well, Mr. Curtis. I’d like to have deep-fried prawns.”

Alas, Curtis ignored him entirely. He thought that Rayna found the pasta unpalatable, so he would just take her out for some other food.

To his surprise, her tears suddenly ceased, and her aggrieved expression turned emotionless. She even brushed his hand away.

The change in her was so rapid that his hand remained suspended in mid-air, and he was a touch lost.

What’s happening here?

man beside her, Rayna continued

down the fork, she uttered

frown marred Curtis’ countenance, and he hated her attitude that felt so distant all of a

might still be some misunderstanding between

impassive. “There’s no other misunderstanding as you’ve explained everything necessary, Mr. Faymon. Thank you for the

she got to her feet and headed to the door. Then she opened the door and stood

that turn of events,

made doesn’t taste good, but Ms. Rayna doesn’t have

whispered to Curtis, “Look how awful the pasta you made. Ms. Rayna is so livid that she’s kicking you out. Hurry up

cooking. She had shed tears earlier because she had recalled the past. That was why her attitude

comes to everything that happened in the past, it was indeed my negligence

anything, he snagged his jacket when he

that was deliberate to distance herself from him, he sighed inwardly. “Rest earlier with

Goodbye, Mr. Faymon.” Rayna’s voice was flat, and

stepped out of the house,

he was thoroughly

knew that Rayna was stubborn, so tarrying there wouldn’t do him any good. He would be better off

go home but took the

opened the door, looking like an elderly man in pajamas. He stared

go

me out.” Brushing past him, Curtis strolled into the

on the couch in the living room

before taking a seat across from him. “In

here to visit and

the corners of his

do that at home if

want to eat here,” Curtis replied coldly while tapping open the food

ended on a sour note between him and Rayna, so he’s

didn’t bother taking offense

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