Dear Sweetheart Chapter 347
Chapter 347 Hard To Please Others
Curtis’ gaze darkened. He remained silent and unmoving.
Cillian nced at Curtis and mustered up the courage to continue, “Mr. Faymon, I don’t know why you
and Ms. Gand broke up, but my mother-inw still worries about you. Look, she even made you
such a delicious meal. Besides, even if the two of you broke up, it’s not to the extent of bing
enemies, right?
“Why are you and Gabriel so simr? He’s been so talkativetely too!” Curtis red at Cillian. His
expression was still grim, but he opened the door to let Cillian in.
Cillian quickly brought the lunch boxes in.
“Woof!” A small but mighty-looking ck German Shephard ran out from the living room. It barked at
Cillian and gave him a scare.
“F*ck!” Cillian cursed. He looked toward Curtis with a ridiculous expression on his face. “M-Mr. Faymon,
is this your German Shephard? I thought you hated—”
He remembered that Curtis hated long-haired animals.
Curtis interrupted his sentence, “No. Gabriel left it here and asked me to take care of it.”
“Huh? Gabriel…”
Cillian wanted to ask, “Isn’t Gabriel at home? Why is he asking you to take care of his dog?” However,
he swallowed those questions and kept silent as he met Curtis’ cold gaze.
He brought the lunch boxes to the table and opened them thoughtfully. In an instant, the delicious
aroma of pasta and mushroom soup wafted through the air.
Curtis’ expression darkened as he made his way over.
He pulled the chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down. He noticed another lunch box sitting
at a side that was still closed and went to open it. “You could’ve just brought something simple over.
Why did she make so much food?”
“My mother-inw didn’t prepare that.” Cillian scratched his head, still confused about that woman and
Curtis’ rtionship. He said, “A woman gave it to me and made me bring it to you.”
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“A woman?”
“That’s right. She’s very beautiful too.” Cillian recalled. “She has a nice figure and wless skin, which
makes her look like she’s in her twenties. She has a gentle voice and looks like someone from
Jetroina.”
Curtis’ expression turned grim, and he forcefully closed the lunch box. His tone was ice cold as he
remarked, “Take this away with youter and throw it in the bin!”
“Understood, Mr. Faymon,” Cillian answered curtly. Despite the curiosity flooding through him, he did
not dare to ask Curtis about it as he proceeded to hand him the camera.
Curtis asked, “What’s this?”
“It’s a camera.” Cillian thought of Roxanne’s advice and contemted for a moment before he said,
“When we were eating, Ms. Gand called me and asked me to give this to you.”
“I don’t want it. Take it back!” Curtis yelled with a gloomy expression on his face. He thought of Rayna’s
determination to return his gift and frowned.
She already returned all my gifts. Why do I have to receive her things?
Cillian knew Curtis would reject it, but he did not expect Curtis to reject it so quickly. He muttered, “Mr.
Faymon, you could take a peek. Ms. Gand gave this to you…”
Curtis answered curtly, “I don’t want to.”
“My. Faymon…”
“Cillian, a qualified bodyguard should talk less.” Curtis nced toward him. His cold gaze made Cillian
shudder and dare not say another word.
When Cillian noticed that it was useless to push Curtis further, he hummed a reply and slumped his
shoulders as he sighed inwardly.
He could already imagine Roxanne kicking him out of Linda’s house if he brought back the camera and
ryed Curtis’ words.
D*mn. It’s so hard to please others!
Just as Cillian opened the door and was about to leave, Curtis called him from behind.
Cillian quickly looked back and noticed Curtis staring at the food on the table. He was confused about
whether thetter had called him and probed cautiously, “Mr. Faymon, did you call me?”
Curtis picked up his fork and paused for a moment before he calmly said, “Bring the camera here.”
Cillian was stunned momentarily before he returned to his senses and happily walked over. He ced
the camera on the table and said, “Mr. Faymon, take a look at it after you eat. I’ll leave first!”
Afraid that Curtis might change his mind and not want the camera again, Cillian hurried out the door.
Soon, the little bit of liveliness that was in the house was gone. It became cold and quiet once more.
Curtis had some mushroom soup. The soup was thick and fragrant, and it tasted like home. He could
not help but think of Rayna cooking in the kitchen.
Rayna had learned how to cook from Linda, so the dishes they cooked were simr. The only
difference was that Linda preferred to cook soups whereas Rayna liked to cook pasta.
He remembered when Rayna first moved in, she woulde up with different pasta recipes every day
for him such as bacon and carbonara fettine, meatball marinara spaghetti, aglio olio, and more.
She was adamant about making foods he did not like and purposely forced him to finish them.
As he thought of the past, a hint of a smile appeared on Curtis’ lips. However, it disappeared quickly
and his expression turned grim once more as he frowned.
They had broken up, so it would only make him feel ufortable to think of the moments they spent
together.
Lucky seemed to have been attracted by the delicious smell of the food and ran over before running
around in circles at Curtis’ feet. Curtis shifted his leg aside but Lucky rubbed against him again.
Curtis red at it in hopes of scaring it. “Eat your kibble.”
“Woof!” Lucky barked at him and its tail wagged around happily. It even jumped and ced its paws on
his knees as it looked at him with a pleading look.
Curtis was rendered speechless.
However, he softened as he thought of how Rayna was smiling as she hugged Lucky and kissed it over
and over again.
Curtis took a few pieces of bacon from the spaghetti and rinsed them in a bowl of clean water to
remove the sauce before throwing them into Lucky’s food bowl. Lucky could not wait any longer and
devoured it all.
It wagged its tail happily as it ate the bacon.
Curtis stared at Lucky and noticed his patience toward it had increased after spending some time with
it. In fact, he had gotten used to it following him around when he got home.
But that person has already gone overseas with another man. Why am I still taking care of this dog? I
should ask Gabriel to take it back when he’s free.
After finishing the food that Cillian brought, Curtis cleaned the dining table and headed toward the living
room with Lucky trailing behind him.
Curtis shot a look at it and said coldly, “Follow me around all you want. In a few days, this won’t be your
home anymore.”
“Woof!” Lucky barked.
Curtis was confused at his actions as he came back to his senses. I must be going crazy. Why am I
talking to a dog? It only knows how to bark. It’s not like it’ll understand what I’m saying.
Lucky seemed interested in the camera inside a ck velvet bag on the coffee table. It pawed at the
coffee table and bit on the bag.
Curtis turned and hurried to catch the camera when he noticed that it was about to fall to the ground.
He red at Lucky and it seemed to know that Curtis was angry as it lied on its stomach and stared up
at him innocently.
At that moment, a question popped into Curtis’ mind. Since Rayna went abroad, what happened to her
cat?
He soon brushed away that thought.
What do her cat’s life and death have anything to do with me?
Initially, he wanted to put the camera back on the table. However, he mulled over it and leaned back
into the couch as he opened the ck velvet bag and took out the camera.
He was not interested in photography so he did not how to operate the camera. He went online to
check the camera’s model and followed the instructions to turn it on.
The camera’s gallery was empty with no photos except for a forty-six-minute-long video. Rayna was on
the thumbnail and the background of it looked to be Linda’s new home.
Curtis hesitated momentarily before he clicked on the video.
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