Dear Sweetheart novel

Rayna’s expression froze, and her heart sank.

She knew well what he meant.

He’s not denying it. The pictures in the newspaper aren’t baseless rumors. He’s in a relationship with Stella. Looks

like I was just overthinking things. Curtis has already put things behind him.

Curtis felt his heart ache a little when he saw her head hung low and looking gloomy. Even so, he said nothing about

that. He only asked, “Are you full?”

“Yes.”

When Curtis noticed it was still raining cats and dogs outside, he felt a pang of sympathy. “Looks like the rain won’t

be stopping tonight. It’s not safe to drive in the rain. You can sleep in the guest room tonight. I’m going to deal with

some matters first.”

Bobbing her head, Rayna said, “Thank you, Mr. Faymon.”

Curtis’ gaze turned gloomy when he heard her words.

Just as he arrived at his study upstairs, his phone rang. It was a call from Jasper.

“Mr. Faymon, didn’t we agree the profits from this collaboration will be split equally between both parties? How did

it get changed to a seventy-to-thirty ratio in just one night?” asked Jasper as soon as the call was connected.

Curtis replied nonchalantly, “I contribute the most. Besides, the employees belong to my company. It’s only

reasonable that it’s a seventy-to-thirty ratio.”

Jasper, who had always been calm and gentle, could not help but curse. “Damn it! Me bumping into Ms. Garland at

the club was a total coincidence. I took her to the private room only because I wanted to train her. If you’re mad

about it, you should take it out on Mr. Reed. Do you have to be so cruel by secretly setting me up on the project?”

“She’ll only be hearing vulgar content if she hangs out with a group of men. I bet you just wanted to let others bully

her,” Curtis sneered.

“You guys have broken up, and you refused to sell her the oranges. Why are you playing hero now?”

Curtis snapped, “Still, I won’t let anyone bully my person. The project will have a seventy-to-thirty ratio. Take it or

leave it.”

With that, he hung up, feeling extremely frustrated.

He did not understand why he still thought of Rayna when they had already broken up.

For some reason, he felt the urge to protect her when he saw her getting bullied. He even secretly learned how to

make cheese buns from the chef of the club when she cried over not getting to taste them.

He really wanted to explain things to her when she asked about the newspaper earlier, but he felt there was no

need to do so the moment he recalled the video.

This woman only cares about others. Never once did she consider my feelings. She trampled over them many

times. I’m human. It’s only normal that I have selfish motives, too.

At that thought, he calmed himself down and turned on the computer to begin working.

Recently, he had been too busy to travel abroad. He had been holding virtual meetings with subsidiary companies in

other countries. Nonetheless, virtual meetings could be troublesome for places like Norham, which had a ten-hour

difference from the local time.

The rain was less heavy by the time he turned off the computer. It was already one o’clock in the morning.

Noting the time, Curtis returned to his bedroom to wash up and change into his pajamas.

Upon recalling how distracted Rayna was that night, he quietly opened the guest room door and stepped into the

room, only to find her sound asleep on the bed with the white Ragdoll cat sprawling on the blanket. It looked like a

guardian angel.

Happy lifted its head and meowed gracefully upon seeing Curtis approach the bed.

Curtis knew Happy was a graceful pet that rarely meowed. At most, it would scratch Lucky’s face until it bled when

it was mad. He quietly sat beside the bed.

Rayna’s black locks of hair were pressed on the pillow as she slept peacefully. As he stared at her, he noticed her

face was chubbier than before.

Curtis could not help but brush his dry and warm hand over her cheeks to feel how chubby they were. Looks like the

food here is much better. She’s only returned for a few days, and she’s gotten chubbier.

Rayna, who was sound asleep, suddenly frowned and murmured, “Don’t kick me. Be good and sleep.”

Hearing that, Curtis instinctively glanced at Happy.

It was sprawling on the blanket in a docile manner and staring at him innocently with its blue eyes.

When Curtis met Happy’s gaze, he could not help but recall the video of a cat sleeping on its owner and almost

suffocating the latter. He instantly grabbed Happy by the scruff of its neck and brought it out of the room.

Happy meowed and thrusted its tiny paws.

Curtis forced himself to harden his heart. “You’re sleeping in the cattery. I’m kicking you out of the house if you go

upstairs again.”

The babies in Rayna’s belly kicked her over ten times when she slept that night, so much so that she even dreamed

she was teaching them football. However, the children kept aiming the ball at her belly, and it made her suffer from

the pain.

When she woke up, she looked slightly exhausted.

As she lifted her shirt and glanced at her bulging belly, she could not help but wonder why her babies were so

active compared to other unborn babies. She almost broke down at the thought of it.

Are they having a fight in my belly?

The discomfort put her in a depressed mood early in the morning. After washing up, she went downstairs to find

Curtis sitting cross-legged at the dining table. He was eating his breakfast while talking to someone on the phone

through a pair of Bluetooth earphones.

With heavy footsteps, she made her way to the dining table, pulled out a chair a little roughly, and sat down.

When he caught a glimpse of her approaching from the corner of his eyes, Curtis ended the call. Seeing she had

gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, he went into the kitchen to bring her breakfast.

To his dismay, Rayna eyed the oatmeal with disdain and muttered grumpily, “I don’t want that. I’d rather die of

starvation!”

Curtis was dumbfounded.

They had already broken up, yet he still had to tolerate her temper and serve her as if he was a servant at his own

house.

He asked patiently, “Then what do you want to eat?”

His tone was so gentle that it made Rayna realize she had gone overboard just now. Without a word, she lowered

her head and consumed the oatmeal.

Seeing that, Curtis went into the kitchen and returned about ten minutes later with a plate of steaming hot

spaghetti bolognese. There was even a fried egg on top of it. “It’s not much, but this is the only kind of pasta I know

how to cook.”

The steam that rose from the pasta blurred her vision. She yearned for his love, but she could not help but wonder

why he treated her so well and gave her anything she wanted if he had no feelings for her.

Will he make pasta for Stella when she comes here in the future?

Alas, Curtis was oblivious to the thoughts that were running through her mind as she stared at the pasta. In a rush

to deal with some matters at the office, he quickly finished his food and removed the coat from the rack.

“I’ve given Gabriel a call, and he’ll be here in a while to send you back to your condominium,” he said, stretching

out his arms to put on the coat, which revealed his straight posture, wide waist, and narrow hips. The view of his

back was extremely pleasing to the eye. Before leaving, he glanced at Happy beside her leg. “Remember to take

the cat away.”

Rayna pressed her lips into a thin line. “Do I pay Mr. Tylinski for the expenses?”

“There’s no need for that.”

With that, he pushed the door open and walked out before Rayna could even take a last look at him.

Rayna picked up the fork and ate the pasta he had prepared for her.

The meat was a little tough and salty. Still, she found it delicious.

When she finished the pasta, she felt warmer and refreshed. Only then did she remember what she had to do.

The meaning of Curtis’ words last night could not be clearer. The news was true, and it was impossible between her

and Curtis. She could stop deceiving herself by thinking he still loved her.

He’s going to have a new girlfriend and a new life. I should stay away from him.

Rayna caressed her belly, smiling bitterly. “I wanted to tell him about you guys, but now it looks like I’ve got to work

hard to bring all of you up.”

“What are you muttering about, Ms. Garland?”

Taken aback, Rayna instantly looked up and spotted Gabriel, who was changing his shoes by the door. He did not

catch what she had just said.

In response, she answered, “Oh, it’s nothing. I was just saying that Mr. Faymon’s pasta was a little salty.”

“What?” Gabriel darted over and shifted his gaze from the messy kitchen to the plate of pasta in front of Rayna.

“Oh my goodness! Are pigs flying now? I can’t believe Mr. Faymon cooked.”