Dear Sweetheart novel

“W-Why did you stand outside the door? And what did you hear?” Intense fear that Carl had overheard the

conversation between her and Curtis swamped Rayna, and her heart lodged into her throat.

Carl chuckled. “I heard you having a row with Mr. Curtis and saying that he was annoying.”

“That’s all?”

Carl’s eyes promptly lit up. “Don’t tell me you had a fight with Mr. Curtis even earlier? Did you win?”

Phew! Luckily, he didn’t overhear those matters Curtis and I discussed.

Relief suffused Rayna. Rolling her eyes at him, she snapped, “Where did you mind go? Why would we get into a

fight? Besides, would he dare fight me when he’s a man while I’m a pregnant lady?”

“It’s a possibility.” Throwing two grapes into his mouth, Carl continued in a garbled voice, “Did you not notice that

you’re unbelievably hot-tempered with Mr. Curtis? You always scold him, so it’s entirely possible that you got

physical with him.”

The instant Rayna heard that, her face darkened at once. “When have I been hot-tempered?”

“It’s true, Ms. Rayna. I’ve observed it. When you previously brought Mr. Hamilton over, you were incredibly gentle

with him without the slightest hint of a temper. However, you’re exceedingly fierce with Mr. Curtis. You hadn’t talked

to him nicely since he came, and you even chastised him for being annoying earlier.” Carl narrated his analysis to

her, his tone confident.

Is that really me?

Stunned by his comment, Rayna pondered upon it and found that it was seemingly true, but she had never been

aware of it.

Subsequently, Carl questioned in a murmur, “Do you still love Mr. Curtis, Ms. Rayna? I heard women are only so hot-

tempered and impetuous before the person they love.”

Grabbing a few grapes, Rayna stuffed them all into his mouth and glared at him. “No! Stop running your mouth.

You’re almost as annoying as him. Eat your grapes!”

His cheeks puffed up from the bunch of grapes stuffed into his mouth. He couldn’t even utter a single word. Utter

helplessness deluged him.

Hmph! I’ve undoubtedly got it right and hit her sore spot. Look at her embarrassed expression! That’s the best

evidence!

Disdained by Rayna, he escaped to the kitchen to look for Curtis.

He thought the man had confidently offered to cook supper because he had attended some culinary classes and

improved his cooking skills. Regretfully, the corners of his mouth twitched when he went into the kitchen and saw

Curtis’ clumsy movements.

After standing there and watching for a while, he finally couldn’t help suggesting tactfully, “Say, Mr. Curtis… if you

can’t cook, we can order takeaway. There are still restaurants operating at this hour.”

The bun Curtis made the previous time remained vivid in his mind, and he never wanted to eat that again.

“I wouldn’t think that you’re mute if you remain silent,” Curtis enunciated without even turning back. Seeing that

the oil in the pan was hot enough, he tapped the egg against the edge of the cookware and cracked it in.

Some of the oil in the pan splattered onto his shirt that had been rolled up to his elbows, staining it.

Ignoring it, Curtis instructed Carl, “Carry the pasta out and call Ms. Rayna to eat.”

“Okay.” Carl snagged two pieces of tissue and wiped his hands.

Fortunately, the countertop wasn’t that high, so he could take the pasta by going on his tiptoes.

It was aglio olio with lots of protein.

Carl took a deep whiff, finding it pretty fragrant. Oh, I might have doubted Mr. Curtis wrongly. Despite the unskilled

movements that render him like a novice, the pasta he made is quite good.

He carried the pasta out and hollered toward the living room, “Come and have aglio olio, Ms. Rayna!”

Rubbing his hands, he happily went back to the kitchen to carry the other plate out.

When he carried the second plate, he saw that the pasta was bare, with just some basil on top.

“This plate of pasta is mine, Mr. Curtis? Isn’t there supposed to be a huge pile of grilled chicken on top? Where is

it?” Carl asked Curtis, looking up at him with puzzlement in his eyes.

“I didn’t bring much grilled chicken over. It’s all on Rayna’s plate,” Curtis answered casually.

“This is unfair, Mr. Curtis! I’m also a kid!” Carl protested, wearing an aggrieved expression on his face.

“I know.” Taking out the fried egg from the pan, Curtis carefully placed it on the plate in the boy’s hand. “Fried eggs

are rich in nutrients, and you were the one who asked for one.”

Words eluded Carl.

The fried egg on the pasta was all torn, evidence of Curtis’ inadequate cooking skills.

Curtis wiped the oil stains on his hands. When he noticed that Carl was still standing there with the pasta, he quirked

a brow and asked, “Why, is it not enough for you? I’ll fry you another egg, then? There are quite a lot of eggs.”

Carl pouted. “This is favoritism, Mr. Curtis! There’s obviously a lot of grilled chicken, yet you didn’t even give me

any!”

Curtis merely flashed him a smile. “Do you still want this pasta, then?”

Upon seeing that the man intended to take the plate out of his hands, Carl swiftly ran off with the pasta that only

had a fried egg.

Rayna didn’t want to eat at first, but she was rather hungry after having vomited the entire day and eating nothing

at night.

She slowly went to the dining table and saw a plate of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible. Then she

spotted Carl trotting out of the kitchen with a plate in his hands.

Pulling out a chair, she sat down. When she saw that Carl only had a fried egg on his plate, she said in sheer

surprise, “You love eating fried eggs so much that you don’t even want grilled chicken?”

Carl’s lips moved, and he was just about to reply when a chilly gaze suddenly fell on him.

Curtis, who had stepped out of the kitchen, had a threatening look in his eyes, seemingly promising to teach Carl a

lesson in the next second if he dared complain to Rayna. Clocking the warning, Carl backed down and swallowed

the words on the tip of his tongue.

He flashed Rayna a bright smile. “Yes! Fried eggs are nutritious, and I love them! You’re with child, so you need to

eat more grilled chicken, Ms. Rayna. Quick, go ahead and eat!”

“Grilled chicken is delicious, too. I’ll give you some.”

Snagging his plate, Carl sat someplace else, far away from Rayna. “No, no! I’ve been eating grilled chicken at Aunt

Kristie’s place every day to the point that I’m sick of it. You eat, Ms. Rayna!”

Hmm, Kristie is a picky eater. It’s impossible that she eats grilled chicken for every meal. That aside, the grilled

chicken on my plate is seemingly far better than that sold in the supermarket, both tasting and smelling different.

Nonetheless, she let the matter slide since Carl was so disinclined to have grilled chicken. She started eating

instead.

Just after taking a bite, she abruptly stilled.

Curtis thought she wasn’t feeling well and went over. “What’s wrong?”

At the side, Carl interrupted with a curse, his face all scrunched up. “Mr. Curtis, never mind that the pasta isn’t

cooked through and you didn’t add any seasonings, but didn’t you even put salt?”

Truly, this is bland.

Following the criticism of his cooking skills, mortification swamped Curtis.

His expression turned awkward, and he tried to explain himself. “Rayna is pregnant, so she can’t consume too

much salt. But I added salt to the fried egg. If you really find it bland, go to the kitchen and sprinkle some salt.”

Struck dumb, Carl rolled his eyes at the man.

He took a few bites but found it truly bland, so he went to the kitchen to find some seasonings to improve the taste.

Curtis watched as the boy bustled around by himself. When he next spoke to Rayna, his tone was entirely different.

“Does it taste awful? If you can’t stomach it, takeout is still available. What would you like to eat?”

Carl was rendered speechless to hear that when he came out of the kitchen with his plate.

Oh my God, it’d be far better for me to stay with Aunt Kristie!

“Never mind. I’ll still have to wait if I were to order takeout when I’m eager to have you leave as soon as possible!”

Rayna declared with a cold expression. She appeared to be disdainful of Curtis’ cooking, but she was still eating it.

The pasta was exceedingly bland without any seasoning, but the grilled chicken was flavorful and tasty.