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.

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

it, the stronger her craving became. She got up from the couch and asked, “I recall that Carl bought a lot previously.

eyes lit up when she pulled the freezer drawer open and spotted that there were

she was about to reach for them, a figure stopped her

towering figure completely blocked her path

tried to push him aside. “What’s wrong with you? I don’t want any

she pushed and shoved, he did not

Be good and have more apples and grapes. I’ll make roast

to find

cooking sucks, so I’m sure it won’t taste nice,”

can order lunch from Good Times Restaurant or ask Mdm. Lovett to whip something up,” he replied, unaffected by

and raised a

such matters. “No. Do you want roast

She made no response.

‘yes,’ then,”

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

at him when she realized he was not going to give in. She returned to the living room and ate the fruit glumly

to hire a cleaner to come

things difficult for him, she said, “I’m planning to take a nap later. What if the cleaner comes and makes so much noise

her long, chiffon sleeves

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

and protested, “That won’t do. How could I possibly let you do it? You’d better ask

to do it lest the cleaner arrives late and

right, then,” she agreed slowly with a crafty look in her eyes. “If

aware she did that to get revenge on him for not letting her have ice cream,

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

snickered under her breath, finally feeling less

the time was right, she got up from the couch and headed straight toward the door. “The clothes I bought have

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

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

and pretended to

she pressed the button 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