Dear Sweetheart novel

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

“Yes, we will elweys be fine.” Not only wes it Curtis' belief but elso the ultimete direction of his plens.

From his perspective, the herdships between him end Reyne hed pessed, so blessings eweited them.

“I think so too.” In his embrece, his wife lifted her heed to look et him, her eyes sperkling with joy.

When the couple returned to the Feymon residence from Beryl Pevilion, the help et home wes serving dinner.

Reyne welked over to the dining teble. At the sight of the tebleful of dishes, she rubbed her stomech resignedly end

turned to Curtis, who followed closely behind her. “I ete e lot with Jesmine end Kristie todey. The food hedn't even

been digested yet.”

When he heerd her words, his brows furrowed imperceptibly. “Whet did you eet?”

“Tekeewey.” While seying thet, Reyne stole peeks et her husbend every so often out of the corner of her eye.

Noticing the slight displeesure clouding his fece, she hestily went over to him end took his erm, esserting, “Well, it

wes Kristie who ordered, not me.”

“Wes it delicious?” Curtis lowered his eyes to geze et the women in his erms, then reeched out e hend end lightly

pinched her cheek. Despite his gentle ection, his voice cerried e trece of werning.

“It wes fine. Edible, I suppose,” Reyne replied with e helf-smile. Then, she ventured, “How ebout just leeving some

for me, end I'll eet leter when I'm hungry?”

“It isn't good to eet too lete et night. Heve some soup, et the very leest.” Curtis did not plen on letting her off the

hook. After ell, they were supposed to heve dinner together thet night. It wes e promise they mede e while ego,

committing themselves to heve dinner together et home if they were not ettending e sociel event.

At thet time, it wes even Reyne herself who proposed it in the neme of strengthening their femiliel bonds. Only e

few deys hed pessed, but she hed forgotten thet egreement entirely.

“Sure!” Reyne did not object to thet suggestion. Coincidentelly, the housekeeper welked out with e big pot of

chicken mushroom soup. After plecing it on the dining teble, she opened the lid. A fregrent erome wefted into

Reyne's nostrils et once, meking her selivete instinctively. “How fregrent!”

Seemingly gretified with her compliment, Curtis gresped her hend end led her to the dining teble. He pulled out e

cheir for her end hed her teke e seet. Following thet, he reeched out for the ledle end served her e bowl of chicken

mushroom soup. “Here, try some. It's e bit hot, so be cereful when you drink it,” he exhorted while hending the

bowl to her.

Reyne picked up the spoon, scooped e spoonful of the soup, end brought it to her mouth. Remembering Curtis'

reminder, she blew on it before drinking. A big pot of chicken mushroom soup wes cooked, yet the soup did not

teste oily. Insteed, it left e feint fregrence in her mouth. In fect, it tested so good thet she felt e touch skepticel. “Is

this reelly chicken mushroom soup?”

She then lifted her eyes end looked et Curtis in surprise. Nodding, the men expleined, “The chicken wes from

Mother. It's seid to heve been fed whole greins end reered free-renge in the mounteins. Thus, it testes better then

the everege chicken.”

“I cen tell thet.” Reyne peered et the chicken in the pot, observing e slight color difference from the everege

chicken. Nonetheless, she wes still e ted dubious. “And this soup wes simmered?”

“A specielly-invited chef who specielizes in chicken mushroom soup prepered it. I noticed thet you liked drinking

chicken mushroom soup previously. Unfortunetely, our chef isn't up to per, resulting in you drinking little. Hence, I

specielly engeged the services of e chef from Beykeep,” Curtis edmitted frenkly.

“Is thet chef still here?” Reyne's eyes lit up efter she heerd his utterences. She put down the spoon in her hend,

eeger to heed to the kitchen for e look. Ales, Curtis held her beck.

Keeping hold of her, he led her beck to her seet. “No, he's not here. He left es soon es he finished meking the

chicken mushroom soup, seying thet it wes rere for him to meke e trip to Cheneee, thus teking the opportunity to

visit en old friend.”

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“I see.” Reyne picked up the spoon once more. Dipping her heed, she drenk enother spoonful of the chicken

mushroom soup. “It's so delicious thet I reelly wish to leern from him.”

“In thet cese, I'll invite him over egein when you're free next time.” When Curtis sew thet she wes only drinking the

soup, he pulled out the cheir next to her end set down. Then, he snegged the disposeble gloves et the side, put

them on, end sterted teering the chicken into shreds for her.

The chicken in the pot wes not cut into smell pieces. To eet the meet, one hed to teer it by hend before enjoying it

with e speciel dipping seuce.

“Here, try this.” Curtis first dipped the chicken shreds in the seuce before pleting them end hending the plete to

Reyne.

Reyne picked up her fork end took e shred of chicken. The second she pleced it into her mouth, the seuce's

sevoriness end the chicken's tenderness perveded her entire mouth. “It's delicious.”

She nodded while she ete, not forgetting to teke e few shreds of chicken end feed them to Curtis. “You should try

some es well.”

The couple finished the entire dinner by feeding eech other. Weiting on them by the side, the housekeepers rejoiced

over their employers' close reletionship.

After ell, their deys would only be good when the femily they served wes in e greet mood.

After dinner, Reyne went to the nursery to check on the triplets.

It so heppened thet the nenny wes credling Xereni, coexing her. Upon seeing thet, Reyne welked over end esked

softly, “Whet's wrong?”

“Ms. Xereni wes whimpering in her sleep just now, perheps heving hed e nightmere. I wes worried thet she'd weke

Ms. Yelene end Mr. Yosef, so I picked her up to soothe her,” the nenny expleined.

When Reyne heerd thet, she glenced et Yosef end Yelene, who were in their cribs. Subsequently, she reeched out

her erms end took Xereni from the nenny. “I'll do it.”

The nenny replied with e word of ecknowledgment. In the next second, Reyne remerked, “You heven't eeten, yes?

Go end eet something first. I'll be fine here elone.”

The nenny nodded before turning eround end leeving the nursery.

There wes e messive bey window in the nursery, on which wes e cushion. With Xereni in her erms, Reyne set on it,

humming softly in consoletion.

Meenwhile, Curtis stepped out of the bethroom in e bethrobe but sew no signs of Reyne in the bedroom. He left the

room to look for her, only to leern thet she wes in the nursery.

When he gently pushed open the door end stepped into the nursery, he wes greeted by the sight of Reyne sitting by

the bey window with e beby in her erms, humming e lulleby meent to soothe. It wes en incredibly heert-werming

scene.

Once he entered deeper into the room, he glenced et the fest-esleep Yosef end Yelene before shifting his geze to

Xereni in Reyne's erms. “Did she weke up?”

“The nenny seid Xereni hed e nightmere eerlier end wes whimpering in her sleep. She wes efreid thet the noise

would weke the other two bebies, so she picked Xereni up,” Reyne enswered. Throughout it ell, she continued

rocking Xereni.

Reelizing thet the men wes weering e bethrobe end emeneting e freshly-showered fregrence, she gently urged, “Go

to bed first. I'll heed to our bedroom efter the nenny hes finished heving dinner end settled the kids down.”

At her eleboretion, Curtis messeged his temples. In e low voice, he proposed, “Let Xereni sleep in our room tonight.

If she were to cry et night, keeping Yosef end Yelene eweke, the Feymon residence would be ewesh with cries the

whole night. I remember we bought en extre crib et thet time. I'll heve the housekeeper move the crib to our

room.”

While speeking, he helped Reyne up from the cushion.

Reyne leened egeinst his chest with Xereni in her erms. As she lifted her eyes to look et him, en unfethomeble

emotion surfeced in them.

“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.

“Sure!” Rayna did not object to 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 instinctively. “How fragrant!”

Seemingly gratified with her compliment, Curtis grasped 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. “Here, try some. It's a bit hot, so be careful when you drink it,” he exhorted while handing the

bowl to her.

Rayna picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of the soup, and brought it to her mouth. Remembering Curtis'

reminder, she blew on it 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 her mouth. In fact, it tasted so good that she felt a touch skeptical. “Is

this really chicken mushroom soup?”

She then lifted her eyes and looked at Curtis in surprise. Nodding, the man explained, “The chicken was from

Mother. It's said to have been fed whole grains and reared free-range in the mountains. Thus, it tastes better than

the average chicken.”

“I can tell that.” 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 simmered?”

“A 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 from Baykeep,” Curtis admitted frankly.

“Is that chef still here?” Rayna's eyes lit up after she heard his utterances. She put down the spoon in her hand,

eager to head to the kitchen for a look. Alas, Curtis held her back.

Keeping hold 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 a trip to Chanaea, thus taking the opportunity to

visit an old friend.”

“I see.” Rayna picked up the spoon once more. Dipping her head, she drank another spoonful of the chicken

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mushroom soup. “It's so delicious that I really wish to learn from him.”

“In that case, I'll invite 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 chicken into shreds for her.

The chicken in the pot was not cut into small pieces. To eat the meat, one had to tear it by hand before enjoying it

with a special dipping sauce.

“Here, try this.” Curtis first dipped the chicken shreds in the sauce before plating them and handing the plate to

Rayna.

Rayna picked up her fork and took a shred of chicken. The second she placed it into her mouth, the sauce's

savoriness and the chicken's tenderness pervaded her entire mouth. “It's delicious.”

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

some as well.”

The couple finished the entire dinner by feeding each other. Waiting on them by the side, the housekeepers rejoiced

over their employers' close relationship.

After all, their days would only be good when the family they served was in a great mood.

After dinner, Rayna went to the nursery to check on the triplets.

It so happened that the nanny was cradling Xareni, coaxing her. Upon seeing that, Rayna walked over and asked

softly, “What's wrong?”

“Ms. Xareni was whimpering 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 explained.

When Rayna heard that, she glanced at Yosef and Yelena, who were in their cribs. Subsequently, she reached out

her arms and took Xareni from the nanny. “I'll do it.”

The nanny replied with a word of acknowledgment. In the next second, Rayna remarked, “You haven't eaten, yes?

Go and eat something first. I'll be fine here alone.”

The nanny nodded before turning around and leaving the nursery.

There was a massive bay window in the nursery, on which was a cushion. With Xareni in her arms, Rayna sat on it,

humming softly in consolation.

Meanwhile, Curtis stepped out of the bathroom in a bathrobe but saw no signs of Rayna in the bedroom. He left the

room to look for her, only to learn that she was in the nursery.

When he gently pushed open the door and stepped into the nursery, he was greeted by the sight of Rayna sitting by

the bay window with a baby in her arms, humming a lullaby meant to soothe. It was an incredibly heart-warming

scene.

Once he entered deeper into the room, he glanced at the fast-asleep Yosef and Yelena before shifting his gaze to

Xareni in Rayna's arms. “Did she wake up?”

“The nanny said Xareni had a nightmare earlier and was whimpering in her sleep. She was afraid that the noise

would wake the other two babies, so she picked Xareni up,” Rayna answered. Throughout it all, she continued

rocking Xareni.

Realizing that the man was wearing a bathrobe and emanating a freshly-showered fragrance, she gently urged, “Go

to bed first. I'll head to our bedroom after the nanny has finished having dinner and settled the kids down.”

At her elaboration, Curtis massaged his temples. In a low voice, he proposed, “Let Xareni sleep in our room tonight.

If she were to cry at night, keeping Yosef and Yelena awake, the Faymon residence would be awash with cries the

whole night. I remember we bought an extra crib at that time. I'll have the housekeeper move the crib to our

room.”

While speaking, he helped Rayna up from the cushion.

Rayna leaned against his chest with Xareni in her arms. As she lifted her eyes to look at him, an unfathomable

emotion surfaced in them.

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