Dear Sweetheart Chapter 346
Chapter 346 Mom Asks Me To Send You Food
“Good evening, Gabriel!” Cillian chuckled. “Will you be having dinner with Mr. Faymon at the Faymon
residence again this year?”
“No. Mr. Faymon sent me away.”
Cillian made an “ah” sound before he asked, “Then, are youing home?”
“Mr. Faymon won’t let me apany him, so I’ll be home. I’m taking a private ne so I’ll reach in
about an hour. Wait, why are you asking me this? Are you worried about me?”
“We’re cousins. Of course, I’ll be worried about you!”
Gabriel sneered on the other end of the phone. “That’s enough. Do you think that I don’t know you well
enough? Your parents are at my ce. They were showing off that you found a wife and even asked
why I didn’t have a partner yet.”
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Cillian could feel Gabriel’s resentment through the phone. It seemed that Gabriel had been thoroughly
lectured by the elders.
Ha, that’s expected. After all, Gabriel is already twenty-nine years old.
Cillian wasughing on the inside as he rubbed his nose and said, “Will you be back to Norwal City
tomorrow morning? I have something for Mr. Faymon, but I don’t dare to send it to him.”
“What is it? Could it be something from Ms. Gand?”
“Um… Yes.”
“Send it yourself!” Gabriel’s expression changed, and he even kindly advised Cillian. “The words ‘Ms.
Gand’ is like a ticking timebomb. You’re on your own.”
“No way,” Cillian eximed miserably.
He initially only wanted to pass the camera to Gabriel since he wouldnd in Curtis’ hands anyway. Yet,
Gabriel did not want to help him.
Gabriel heaved a heavy sigh. “If it weren’t because of work, I would’ve avoided Mr. Faymon. Oh, right.
Last night, I sent Mr. Faymon to his home. It’s been a while since he’s gone to the Faymon residence
so I’m guessing he’ll be staying at his ce for Christmas Eve. You know where he lives, right? You
can just go there.”
Cillian was rendered speechless.
“Gab, have you finished your call? It’s time to eat.” Suddenly, a woman’s gentle voice could be heard
from the other end of the phone.
Cillian did not recognize the voice.
He was stunned for a moment before returning to his senses as he shouted, “Oh my gosh! Gabriel,
who’s that? Aren’t you having Christmas Eve dinner?”
Gabriel mumbled, “It’s… a rtive who’s back from overseas.”
“Are you trying to trick me?” Cillian teased. “I’ve met almost all our rtives. When did you have a
‘female rtive’ returning from overseas that has such a nice voice?”
“Enough. You should hurry and send the thing!” Gabriel did not provide an answer and hung up the
phone immediately.
Cillian chuckled.
The more Gabriel hides it, the more suspicious he is!
He sighed as he looked at the camera in his hands and mumbled to himself, “More importantly, I have
to send this first.”
Since Gabriel had returned home, Cillian could only go to Curtis’ ce by himself.
When he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something. Today is Christmas Eve, and Mr.
Faymon and Ms. Gand have broken up. If I sent over Ms. Gand’s things, won’t I be asking for a
beating?
Cillian sat in the car as he hesitated. In the end, he shut off the engine and went back to Linda’s ce.
Linda opened the door just in time.
Cillian noticed that Roxanne and Kristie were no longer in the living room, so he assumed they had
gone to the bedroom. He told Linda, “It seems like Mr. Faymon isn’t returning to the Faymon residence
for dinner because of work. Mom, please make him some food. I’ll bring it along when I go to meet
him.”
“Are you going to send something to Curtis?”
Cillian rubbed the back of his neck and replied, “Yes. It’s something important. I must send it to him by
tonight.”
“Hold on. I’ll go cook right now.”
Linda hurried into the kitchen to prepare some food. It looked as if she was afraid Curtis would not have
anything to eat.
Cillian could not help but sigh. How great it is to have such a good mother-inw!
Around an hourter, Linda finished cooking.
She had prepared carbonara and bacon spaghetti and mushroom soup. The thermal container was
filled to the brim with food.
Linda looked like she had a lot of questions to ask Cillian but she stopped herself. She simply handed
him the lunch box and said, “Tell Curtis to get more rest. Don’t just focus on work all the time.”
Cillian nodded. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll make sure to ry the message.”
He brought the food Linda made and confidently made his way to Curtis’ ce. From afar, he noticed
there was a ck car parked there.
That’s weird. It doesn’t look like the car Mr. Faymon usually drives.
Cillian was confused and parked his car before heading toward the mansion. He passed by the car and
looked inside. It looked like there was someone in the backseat. In the next second, they opened the
door.
A woman wearing a camel-colored cloak got out. Her skin was pale and firm, and she did not look her
age.
She hurried toward Cillian. She looked like a well-mannered woman and the way she talked was also
gentle as she said, “May I know if you’re looking for Mr. Faymon?”
“That’s right. Is there anything I can help you with?” Cillian stared at her warily.
Sandy noticed the lunch box in Cillian’s hands and froze for a moment.
She then took out a vintage-looking lunch box from the car and gave it to him. She said, “Please give
this to Mr. Faymon. He… He didn’te back for dinner and everyone at home is worried.”
Cillian did not take the lunch box from her. Instead, he looked her up and down and replied, “You’re
already here. Why don’t you give it to him yourself?”
He had been acquainted with Curtis for some time and met everyone from the Faymon family.
However, he had never met this woman, and judging from how she spoke, her rtionship with Curtis
seemed close.
Could she be Curtis’ blind date?
The thought shed through Cillian’s mind, but he soon figured that it was impossible.
The woman in front of him looked young, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes could be seen.
She was obviously in her fifties. Even if Mr. Faymon and Ms. Gand break up, he won’t be that…
desperate.
Upon hearing Cillian’s question, Sandy’s eyes darkened, and she desperately exined, “I don’t think
he’ll want to see me. Please do me a favor and give it to him. It’s not good if he always starves
himself.”
Cillian probed cautiously, “Are you close with Mr. Faymon?”
Sandy hesitated momentarily before she shook her head. “Not really.”
You’re not that close, yet why are you so worried about him?
Cillian could notprehend her action and did not want to help her. However, Sandy’s words were
sincere. It made him feel awkward, so he just took it from her and brought it along with him.
He walked up the small flight of stairs and was about to ring the doorbell when he noticed Sandy had
gotten back into the car and driven off.
Who on earth is that woman?
As Cillian mulled over it, the door was opened by Curtis who wore dark gray casual clothes. Thetter
stood at the door and stared at him with a cold gaze and exuded a domineering aura.
“What is it?”
Cillian felt a chill run down his spine. He hurriedly stered a smile on his face as he said, “Mr.
Faymon, are you busy? My mom was afraid you might’ve been starving, so she made me send you
some food.”
Curtis frowned. “Does your mom know who I am?”
“Oh, I said it wrongly. I meant my mother-inw.” Cillian had gotten used to calling Linda “mother” and
forgot to change her title back to “mother-inw.” He said, “Mr. Faymon, you haven’t had dinner yet,
right? How about I take them inside for you? These lunch boxes are quite heavy.”
“No need.” Curtis’ expression darkened and his tone was cold as he reached out to close the door.
Cillian quickly slotted his foot at the door to stop Curtis and tried ying the family card. “Mr. Faymon,
though you and Ra— Ms. Gand have broken up, my mother-inw is still very worried about you.”
“She heard you were busy and didn’t have time to eat, so she was in the kitchen cooking for hours. She
made you some mushroom soup and pasta and made me bring them for you. She even wanted me to
remind you to take breaks and rest instead of working all the time.
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