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.

eat anything cold since getting pregnant, much less things like ice cream. However, I’ve been feeling

thought about it, the stronger her craving became. She got up from the couch

she pulled the freezer drawer open and spotted that there were

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

figure completely blocked her path

aside. “What’s wrong with you? I don’t want any lunch. Just eating

pushed and shoved, he did

ice cream or any cold dishes. Be good and have more apples and grapes. I’ll make roast beef this afternoon.

paced back and forth in front of the refrigerator, trying to find

won’t taste nice,” she retorted, attempting to provoke

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 something up,” he replied, unaffected by

gazed at him pleadingly and raised a finger. “Can I have

adamant when it came to such matters. “No. Do you

She made no response.

then,” he said, deciding

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

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

cleaner to come by in two hours to clean

Deliberately wanting to make things difficult for him, she said, “I’m planning to take a nap later. What if the

she rolled back her long,

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

How could I possibly let you do it? You’d better ask the cleaner

better for me to do it lest

then,” she agreed slowly with a crafty look in her

she did that to get revenge on him for not letting her

on the couch. When she looked outside from time to time, she would see Curtis cleaning the balcony in his

snickered under her breath, finally feeling

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

to take off the rubber

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

outside and pretended to

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 it. Later, I’ll sneak back into the apartment. Curtis will be busy cleaning, so