Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 617

“Yes, we will always be fine.” Not only was it Curtis’ belief but also the ultimate direction of his plans.

From his perspective, the hardships between him and Rayna had passed, so blessings awaited them.

“I think so too.” In his embrace, his wife lifted her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling with joy.

When the couple returned to the Faymon residence from Beryl Pavilion, the help at home was serving dinner.

Rayna walked over to the dining table. At the sight of the tableful of dishes, she rubbed her stomach resignedly and turned to Curtis, who followed closely behind her. “I ate a lot with Jasmine and Kristie today. The food hadn’t even been digested yet.”

When he heard her words, his brows furrowed imperceptibly. “What did you eat?”

“Takeaway.” While saying that, Rayna stole peeks at her husband every so often out of the corner of her eye. Noticing the slight displeasure clouding his face, she hastily went over to him and took his arm, asserting, “Well, it was Kristie who ordered, not me.”

“Was it delicious?” Curtis lowered his eyes to gaze at the woman in his arms, then reached out a hand and lightly pinched her cheek. Despite his gentle action, his voice carried a trace of warning.

“It was fine. Edible, I suppose,” Rayna replied with a half-smile. Then, she ventured, “How about just leaving some for me, and I’ll eat later when I’m hungry?”

“It isn’t good to eat too late at night. Have some soup, at the very least.” Curtis did not plan on letting her off the hook. After all, they were supposed to have dinner together that night. It was a promise they made a while ago, committing themselves to have dinner together at home if they were not attending a social event.

At that time, it was even Rayna herself who proposed it in the name of strengthening their familial bonds. Only a few days had passed, but she had forgotten that agreement entirely.

that suggestion. Coincidentally, the housekeeper walked out with a big pot of chicken mushroom soup. After placing it on the dining table, she opened the lid. A fragrant aroma wafted into Rayna’s nostrils at once, making her salivate

pulled out a chair for her and had her take a seat. Following that, he reached out for the ladle and served her a bowl of chicken mushroom soup. “Here, try some. It’s a bit hot, so

drinking. A big pot of chicken mushroom soup was cooked, yet the soup did not taste oily. Instead, it left a faint fragrance in her

It’s said to have been fed whole grains and reared free-range in the mountains. Thus, it

Rayna peered at the chicken in the pot, observing a slight color difference from the average chicken. Nonetheless, she was still a tad dubious. “And this soup was

drinking chicken mushroom soup previously. Unfortunately, our chef isn’t up to par, resulting in you drinking little. Hence, I specially engaged the services of a chef from Baykeep,” Curtis admitted

his utterances. She put down the

of her, he led her back to her seat. “No, he’s not here. He left as soon as he finished making the chicken mushroom soup, saying that it was rare for him to make

spoon once more. Dipping her head, she drank another spoonful of the chicken mushroom soup. “It’s so delicious that I really wish

he pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. Then, he snagged the disposable gloves at the side, put them on, and started tearing the chicken

meat, one had to tear it by hand before

the chicken shreds in the sauce before plating them and handing the plate to

shred of chicken. The second she placed it into her mouth, the

not forgetting to take a few shreds of chicken and feed them to Curtis. “You should try some as

the entire dinner by feeding each other. Waiting on

days would only be good when the family they served

Rayna went to the

coaxing her. Upon seeing that,

that