Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 576

“To hypnotize me too, of course. If I forget you, I won’t have so many worries anymore,” Rayna answered without a second thought.

Instantly, the air became thick with tension.

She realized she should not have said that and regretted it immediately. Just as she was about to try and cover it up, she felt a warm palm pin the back of her head, and his thin lips captured hers in a kiss.

He parted her lips and deepened the kiss, embracing her fiercely.

Although her body shrank away from him instinctively, he held her firmly in his arms.

She pressed her hands against his chest, practically gasping for air.

When he thought she had received sufficient punishment, he released her lips. He gazed at her darkly, and it frightened her to the point that she swallowed the barrage of angry words she had been ready to utter. She bit her lip, feeling a little scared.

“Are you going to say things like that again? Hmm?” Curtis asked.

Despite shooting him a glare, she was so afraid that she quickly shook her head and softened her tone. “No, not anymore.”

She felt somewhat annoyed that he still made no move to let her go even after a few seconds had ticked by. Using the fact that she was pregnant as an excuse, she said firmly, “Give me some room. You’re crushing my stomach, and it’s very uncomfortable.”

He loosened his embrace immediately, and his gaze flitted to her belly. “Is it still uncomfortable?”

“Yes!” Observing that her tactic had worked, she grew bolder and jabbed a finger at him. “I wasn’t being serious. Why did you have to get so fierce? Does bullying a pregnant woman give you a sense of satisfaction?”

Massaging her waist, she went to lie on the couch and pretended to groan as though she were in severe discomfort. That made Curtis’ anger vanished immediately, and he even tried coaxing her in a tender tone.

He placed the apple he had peeled on a plate, then grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands. “What do you feel like having for lunch?”

“Ice cream!”

He looked up at her and pretended not to have heard what she said. “Roast beef?”

“I said ice cream,” she repeated.

cream. However, I’ve been feeling hot all over, so

up from the couch and asked, “I recall that Carl bought a lot previously.

drawer open and spotted that there

was about to reach for them, a figure stopped her and unceremoniously closed the refrigerator

blocked her path

eyes at Curtis and tried to push him aside. “What’s wrong with you? I don’t want any lunch. Just

matter how she pushed and

have more apples and grapes. I’ll make roast

refrigerator, trying to find an opportunity to open

sucks, so I’m sure it won’t

you complained about my cooking. If you don’t fancy eating my cooking, I can order lunch from Good Times Restaurant or ask Mdm. Lovett to whip

him pleadingly and raised a finger. “Can I have just

it came to such matters. “No. Do

She made no response.

as a ‘yes,’ then,” he

someone to deliver the ingredients he would need to the apartment, then dialed Good Times Restaurant’s number

was not going to give in. She returned to the living room and ate the fruit

hire a cleaner to come by in two hours to clean

wanting to make things difficult for him, she said, “I’m planning to take a nap later. What if the cleaner comes and makes so much noise that I can’t sleep? If you think the

back her long, chiffon sleeves to

I won’t ask the cleaner to come,” Curtis said while stopping her. He glanced at the dusty balcony helplessly. “Since the food

I possibly let you do it? You’d better ask

for me to do it lest

agreed slowly with a crafty

to say, Curtis was fully aware she did that to get revenge on him for not letting her

settled into a comfortable position on the couch. When she looked outside from time to time, she would see Curtis cleaning the balcony in his work attire, spraying

her breath, finally feeling less

few minutes. When the time was right, she got up from the couch and headed straight toward

turned around immediately and made to take off the rubber gloves he was wearing to

can go on my own. It’s only a few pieces of clothing,” she replied, having already slipped on her shoes and

stepped outside and pretended to walk

for the first floor. She stared at the floor numbers flashing on the display panel, wishing the elevator would descend quicker. The shop isn’t too far from here. I can eat my ice cream while walking, and by the time I get back, I’ll have finished