Dear Sweetheart novel

Clinging onto Rayna, Kristie told her everything she wanted to eat. In turn, Rayna placed an order through the

application.

“It’ll take at least forty minutes for the groceries to be delivered. Are there flour and unsalted butter in the

kitchen?” Rayna asked Larissa as she headed toward the kitchen, ignoring Curtis altogether.

“Yes. They’re all in the upper cabinet.” Larissa followed her into the kitchen and helped her retrieve the said items.

Then, she added, “There’s also an oven and some molds for cookies. Do you need them as well, Ms. Garland?”

“Yes. Please take them out for me.”

“Sure.”

Kristie didn’t go into the kitchen but eyed Curtis beside her and inquired in curiosity, “What did you say was the

purpose of your visit just now? You’re here for your laptop, right?”

Without waiting for Curtis to answer, she started rummaging everywhere in the living room.

In the end, she found the laptop beside the television. With all the excitement in the world, she brought it over to

him. “Found it! Hurry up and leave, Curt, lest your work gets held up.”

Curtis was rendered speechless for a moment.

He massaged his temples. “I worry about you since there’s an outsider at home. I’ll leave later.”

“What outsider?” Kristie was lost at first before she followed his gaze to the kitchen and caught sight of Rayna.

Immediately, chagrin swamped her. “Rayna isn’t an outsider! Don’t treat her like your enemy simply because

you’ve broken up with her. She’s stunningly beautiful, and many men are interested in her even if you aren’t.”

Curtis’ eyes darkened a shade. “You’re now siding with outsiders, Kristie?”

“I was just speaking the truth.” Kristie curled her ruby lips. In the next instant, something seemingly occurred to

her. She leaned close to the man and queried in a whisper, “Are you so adamant about staying because you want to

eat Rayna’s cooking, Curt?”

“No.”

In response, Kristie harrumphed. “I think that’s the reason all right. It’s obvious that you want to stick around for a

free meal, Curt.”

Pressing his hand against her head, Curtis forcibly turned her around in the direction of her room. “Go back to your

bedroom and change out of your pajamas. If you continue talking back to me, I’ll dismiss Mdm. Lovett and leave

you to fend for yourself.”

“How petty!” Kristie muttered. Slapping his hand away, she begrudgingly returned to her bedroom.

Curtis placed the laptop on the coffee table before striding to the bar area. He snagged a glass and got himself

some soda.

When he straightened, he spotted Rayna bustling around in the open kitchen. Her black hair was pulled back in a

simple ponytail that hung down her back, giving vague glimpses of her fair neck every so often. Dressed casually,

she emanated sheer femininity.

He leaned against the edge of the bar with his ebony eyes fixated on her, watching as she moved about at times or

took something from Larissa.

What kind of allure exactly does she have that I can’t forget her? And why is it that she has the ability to make a

mess of my emotions?

Feeling somewhat irritable, he threw his head back and downed the entire glass of soda. That soothed him

considerably.

In the kitchen, Larissa was helping Rayna when her phone rang out of the blue.

Excusing herself, she went to the side to answer the call.

About two minutes later, she hurried out to look for Curtis and implored frantically, “Mr. Faymon, my granddaughter

is running a high fever. My son and daughter-in-law are on a business trip and can’t make it back. I’m afraid my

granddaughter won’t be able to manage alone at home. Can I take a half-day leave to look in on her?”

“Okay, I’ll give you a half-day leave. Just come over on the dot tomorrow morning,” Curtis replied.

“Thank you, Mr. Faymon!” Larissa was grateful beyond words. Before leaving, she suggested, “Since you’ve got

nothing to do here anyway, Mr. Faymon, you can go in and lend Ms. Garland a hand. It’s too much work for her

alone.”

Even after she had left, Curtis remained leaning against the bar without budging an inch.

He cast a look at the kitchen, only to see that Rayna was managing perfectly well by herself.

She disdains me, no? In that case, why should I still go and help her? Besides, I’m not here to be her helper.

“Hey, where’s Mdm. Lovett? Why isn’t she helping Rayna?” Kristie questioned upon seeing that Rayna was alone in

the kitchen, having changed into casual clothes.

“Her granddaughter is running a high fever, so I gave her a half-day leave,” Curtis answered concisely.

“Then, I’ll go and lend Rayna a hand!” Upon hearing that, Kristie rolled up her sleeves and dashed toward the

kitchen excitedly.

Unfortunately, she was stopped by Curtis midway.

“Do you want to blow up the kitchen again? If another fire breaks out, Faymon Group doesn’t have that much

money to compensate everyone.” As Curtis recalled her “moment of glory” previously, the corners of his mouth

twitched.

“T-That was just a moment of inattention when I set the wrong duration for the oven! Am I to leave her to do all the

work by herself? That won’t be appropriate!” Kristie argued.

While saying that, she suddenly stared at the man fixedly with a crafty look in her eyes.

A sense of foreboding promptly flooded Curtis.

Before the high and mighty man could say anything, Kristie shoved him into the kitchen and announced loudly,

“Rayna, Curt has offered to help you out!”

At that, Rayna snorted and scoffed, “He can’t even differentiate between salt and sugar. Forget it.”

“That definitely won’t happen again this time. He said he’d be embarrassed to eat your cooking without doing

anything and insisted on helping, so do grant him the opportunity, Rayna,” Kristie chirped, pushing Curtis into the

kitchen.

The instant Rayna glanced over her shoulder, she was greeted by the sight of Curtis behind her.

Rolling her eyes at him, she pointed at the bowl of flour. “Since you’re eager to help, Mr. Faymon, go ahead and mix

the flour.”

With a chilly expression on his face, Curtis turned to glower at Kristie, but the latter had long since fled to the living

room.

“Why are you looking everywhere? Hurry up and mix the flour!” Rayna urged. Then, she even muttered, “He

shouldn’t have offered to help if he doesn’t know how to do it. He came in, but he isn’t helping at all, standing

around like an id*ot!”

Words eluded Curtis, and he went silent for five seconds.

Unfastening his cuffs expressionlessly, he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. Only after doing that did he

pick up the jug at the side and pour some warm water into the bowl of flour.

After stirring a few times with a spoon, he asked Rayna, “Do you want it on the dry or wet side?”

“Dry. It’s to make bread.”

“Okay.”

Neither of them said anything further, standing together side by side as they went about their tasks.

When Curtis was done mixing the flour, he kneaded it with his hand. Finding it about ready, he turned to inform

Rayna about it.

Rayna appeared to be retrieving something, but she accidentally bumped into him while whirling around. Caught off

guard, she turned unsteady on her feet and started falling backward unbidden.

His heart clenched, Curtis hurriedly reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back up. As

soon as she had regained her feet, he quickly withdrew his arm and shifted aside.

Rayna was wholly thrown off balance by his actions.

D*mn it, how utterly heartless! Why didn’t he say anything about keeping a distance from me back when he bedded

me?

The babies in her belly grew restless, and one of them kicked her.

Grunting in pain, Rayna frowned as she cursed inwardly. Their father is picking on me, and one of his children is

now following suit!

“What’s wrong?” At the sight of her slightly pale complexion, Curtis wanted to inquire whether she would like to rest

for a while but felt that it was too intimate, so he suppressed that urge.

“Nothing!” Rayna huffed. Brushing past him, she took out a bag of low-gluten flour from the cabinet. “I’ve already

softened the butter. Whisk it smooth before adding an egg. Finally, add a pinch of salt and the low-gluten flour.

Remember to use salt and not sugar. Otherwise, the cookies will be overly sweet.”

As she stuffed the whisk into his hand with a cold expression on her face, Curtis couldn’t help inquiring, “How long

does it take to whisk it smooth?”

“No idea! Google it yourself!” Rayna snorted, giving her back to him.

Sheer exasperation deluged Curtis.

I don’t think I’ve done anything. In fact, I even saved her from taking a fall earlier. Why is she speaking to me in

such a tone?