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.

suggestion. Coincidentally, the housekeeper walked out with a big pot of chicken mushroom soup. After placing it on the dining table,

the dining table. He 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 be careful when you drink it,” he exhorted

of chicken mushroom soup was cooked, yet the soup did not taste oily. Instead, it left a faint fragrance in her mouth. In fact, it tasted so good

man explained, “The chicken was from Mother. It’s said to have been fed whole grains and reared

the pot, observing a slight color difference from

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

his utterances. She put down the spoon in her hand, eager to head to the kitchen for a

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

him over again when you’re free next time.” When Curtis saw that she was only drinking the soup, 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 meat, one had to tear it by hand before enjoying it with a special

the chicken shreds in the sauce before plating

up her fork and took a shred of chicken. The second she placed it

nodded while she ate, not forgetting to take a few shreds of chicken and feed them to Curtis. “You

other. Waiting on them by the side, the housekeepers

days would only be good when the family they served

went to the

her. Upon seeing that, Rayna walked over and asked

perhaps having had a nightmare. I was worried that she’d wake Ms. Yelena and Mr. Yosef, so I picked her up to soothe her,” the