Dear Sweetheart Chapter 427
Chapter 427
Curtis rummaged through the kitchen and was slightly surprised to see that the cupboard was stocked
with snacks.
Why in the world did Gabriel buy so many snacks?
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After checking the production dates, Curtis chose a few that looked delicious for Rayna.
“There’s more in the cupboard if this isn’t enough.”
“Thank you.” Truly famished, Rayna ripped open a bag of chips unabashedly and began digging in. At
the same time, she felt for the remote and turned on the TV before slumpingnguidly onto the couch.
Happy jumped up to join her and nestled itself by her legs, whereas Luckyy down on the carpet with
its tail wagging in glee.
Curtis couldn’t help but smile as he took in the scene.
She really has made herself at home.
Worried that he would say something wrong and cause her to cry again, Curtis settled down by the side
to deal with his work.
Just as he had gone through a few emails, Gabriel, who was sent to buy buns, finally returned.
At the sight of him entering with a few bags in hand, Curtis dropped what he was doing to help Gabriel.
“What else did youe back with when I only asked you to get some buns?”
“Mr. Faymon, I didn’t manage to get any. All the shops selling them are closed,” Gabriel said as he
changed out of his shoes. “Fortunately, the supermarket is still open. I got some flour and cheese
instead. I can make the buns for you!”
Curtis’ brows knitted slightly. “You actually know how to make them?”
“I do. I know how to make all sorts of buns and I guarantee Ms. Gand will find them delicious!”
Curtis was at a loss for words.
When he saw Curtis standing motionless, Gabriel added, “Mr. Faymon, please step aside. The flour still
needs time to ferment. Once Ms. Gand finishes them, I’ll send her home right away. The rain is
getting heavier. I have no idea when it’ll stop.”
“You head home first, then.” Curtis took the bags from him by force. “It’s time you go back and rest. You
still need to take an early flight to Yeringham tomorrow.”
Gabriel was stunned. “I-If I leave, who’s going to send Ms. Gand home?”
“I’ll send her.”
“No, no, Mr. Faymon. It’s better that I do it since it’s my job.” Gabriel attempted to enter the house as he
spoke. “I even bought some pork. Does Ms. Gand like pork pies? I can make her some too.”
Curtis refused to budge as a dangerous glint shed in his eyes. “Gabriel, if you think Yeringham is a
wonderful ce, you’re wee to stay there for a couple of months. Ms. Turner is more than capable
of taking over your role.”
Jolted by Curtis’ devious tone, Gabriel finally realized that something was amiss.
Without another word, he changed back into his leather shoes and opened the door in a hurry,
disappearing in less than three seconds.
Rayna ran over upon hearing themotion. Staring nkly at Curtis, she asked, “Has Gabriel
returned with the cheese buns?”
She was surprised when she noticed the bags Curtis was holding didn’t contain the buns.
“Where are the cheese buns?”
After a brief hesitation, Curtis said helplessly, “There isn’t any. All the shops are closed.”
As disappointment set in, Rayna’s tears began to flow. “Why are they closed?”
Curtis was at a loss for word.
How would I know?
Rayna cried uncontrobly. “It’s one thing to not sell oranges to me, but how could you stop me from
having cheese buns? I can’t believe you’re bullying me this way…”
“I’m not stopping you. It’s just that the shops selling buns are closed.” Curtis panicked. “Please stop
crying. I’ll make them for you.”
Holding back her tears, Rayna threw him a nce. “You have to use aged cheese and cut down on the
sugar.”
Curtis shed a smile at her. “All right. I got it.”
Only then did Rayna return to the living room reluctantly and settle down on the couch to watch TV.
Upon entering the kitchen and cing the bags on the counter, Curtis stared at them, looking
distraught.
He was an expert when it came to managing a profitablepany, but terrible in the kitchen.
He was clueless about making buns. He didn’t even know where to start.
Just the thought of Rayna crying incessantly from not having a bun was enough to give him a
headache. When he tried looking for instructions online, he got even more confused by the variety of
methods avable.
Upon deliberation, he put on his Bluetooth earpiece and gave Wyatt’s club a call.
After answering the phone call, the receptionist rushed frantically into the kitchen and yelled at the top
of her voice, “Mr. Faymon just called to ask if anyone knows how to make buns. Quick, do any of you
guys know?”
At that hour, only two kitchen assistants were left in the kitchen.
One of the confused assistants asked, “Mr. Faymon wants to have buns? But the club has never sold
buns!”
“He’s asking how to make them!” The receptionist rolled her eyes at him before scanning the
surroundings. “Doesn’t the head chef know how to cook everything? Where is he?”
“In the restroom.”
“Bring him back here at once. Mr. Faymon is waiting!”
The head chef was dragged back into the kitchen right after he washed his hands and emerged from
the restroom.
“Chef, do you know how to make buns?” the receptionist asked anxiously.
“I do, but we’re done for the night.” Assuming that it was a customer’s order, the chef added, “Besides,
I can’t make any since there’s no flour here.”
“It’s fine. All that matters is that you know how to.”
After the receptionist conveyed the situation to Curtis and Curtis turned on his phone camera, she
handed the phone to the head chef. “Mr. Faymon, this is our head chef. He knows how to make them,
so feel free to ask him anything.”
Shocked by the sight of Curtis, the head chef stammered, “M-Mr. Faymon, are you looking to have
some buns? Which vor do you like? I’ll get someone to buy them for you right away.”
“It’s not for me… I’m looking to make cheese buns, and I have all the ingredients at home. All you have
to do is teach me.”
Even though Curtis was hesitant in his speech, the head chef immediately realized what was going on.
He had prepared their dinner earlier. He knew of their rtionship and was also aware that Rayna was
pregnant.
Pregnantdies go hungry easily, which causes vtile swings in their moods. It’smon. Ms.
Gand must be throwing a tantrum over her desire for cheese buns.
The head chef nodded. “No problem. Mr. Faymon, you have to first make the flour into dough and bring
out the yeast. Let me teach you how to…”
“Okay.”
Worried that Rayna would hear him learning how to make buns over a video call, Curtis lowered his
voice and put his phone in a corner before proceeding based on the head chef’s instructions.
Once the dough was mixed and left to ferment, the head chef taught Curtis how to prepare the rest of
the ingredients. “Ms. Gand seems to have a good appetite recently. I would suggest you add some
pepper to spice it up a little.”
Curtis froze momentarily before humming in acknowledgment.
The head chef observed Curtis knead the dough over the video call. Thetter didn’t show any
frustration despite the sweat beading off his forehead. Heplimented, “It’s rare for someone as busy
as you to spoil someone else. I’m sure Ms. Gand will be ted to taste the buns made by you. By
the way, Mr. Faymon, there are some high-grade herbs in the club which you can boil into a nutritious
soup for Ms. Gand. I guarantee that the children she bears will be strong and healthy after that!”
Curtis smiled at the head chef’s ramblings but didn’t feel annoyed at all.
After watching TV for a while, Rayna began to feel bored.
She sneaked into the kitchen with the knowledge that Curtis was busy there. When he saw him folding
the dough diligently, all the grouchiness within her gradually dissipated.
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