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.

chicken mushroom soup. After placing it on the dining table, she opened the lid. A fragrant aroma wafted into Rayna’s nostrils at

her hand and led her to 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.

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

from Mother. It’s said to have been

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

specially-invited chef who specializes in chicken mushroom soup prepared it. I noticed that you liked 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

utterances. She put down the spoon in her hand, eager

as soon as he finished making the chicken mushroom soup, saying that it was rare for him to

drank another spoonful of the chicken mushroom soup. “It’s so delicious that I really wish to

pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. Then, he snagged the disposable gloves at the side,

in the pot was not cut into small pieces. To eat the meat, one had to tear it

the sauce before plating

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

while she ate, not forgetting to take a few shreds of chicken and

each other. Waiting on them by the

be good when the family they served was

dinner, Rayna went to the

happened that the nanny was cradling Xareni, coaxing her.

in her sleep just now, 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 nanny