Dear Sweetheart Chapter 524
Chapter 524
“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 pregnantdy?”
“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 hisment, 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 red 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
sses 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 sttered 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 te out.
When he carried the second te, he saw that the pasta was bare, with just some basil on top.
“This te 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 te,” 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 ced it on the te 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 shed him a smile. “Do you still want this pasta, then?”
Upon seeing that the man intended to take the te 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 te of steaming hot aglio olio that smelled incredible.
Then she spotted Carl trotting out of the kitchen with a te in his hands.
Pulling out a chair, she sat down. When she saw that Carl only had a fried egg on his te, 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 daredin to Rayna. Clocking the warning, Carl
backed down and swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
He shed 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.”
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Snagging his te, Carl sat somece else, far away from Rayna. “No, no! I’ve been eating grilled
chicken at Aunt Kristie’s ce 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 te is seemingly far better than that sold in the supermarket, both tasting
and smelling different.
Nheless, 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 nd.
Following the criticism of his cooking skills, mortification swamped Curtis.
His expression turned awkward, and he tried to exin 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 nd, 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 nd, 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 avable. What would you
like to eat?”
Carl was rendered speechless to hear that when he came out of the kitchen with his te.
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 dered with a cold expression. She appeared to be disdainful of Curtis’ cooking, but
she was still eating it.
The pasta was exceedingly nd without any seasoning, but the grilled chicken was vorful and tasty.
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