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Chapter 520
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Curtis looked calm in contrast to the woman’s fury. He even said, “My sperms are of the best quality. Another man

might not be able to let you get pregnant with triplets. If you want the kid, you’ll have to accept my term.”

“Mom!” Rayna whipped her head toward her mother. “Are you not going to help me out?”

“I-I don’t have anything to say to this.” Linda was surprised to hear Rayna call out for her. Cautiously, she said, “I

think Mr. Faymon is right…”

“Right? You call this right? He’s guilt-tripping me!”

Rayna was shaking from fury when she realized that even her mother was not taking her side. In the next second,

she shoved her chair away and stormed outside.

“Ms. Linda, please continue with your meal.” With that said, Curtis hurried after her.

Right as Rayna reached the garden, Curtis, who caught up with her, grabbed her hand tightly.

“Are you going back? I’ll send you home.”

“I don’t need that!” Rayna bellowed. “Let go of me!”

Yet, Curtis brought her to the open-air parking lot and shoved her into the car as if he could not hear her.

After getting into the driver’s seat, he was greeted by the sight of Rayna’s angry expression. At that, he let out a

silent chuckle before leaning over to buckle her safety belt for her.

When he pulled the safety belt past her stomach, he saw a slight bump in her stomach.

Then, he tugged on the safety belt to check its elasticity to make sure that it would not press too much against her

stomach.

As he started the car, he asked, “Back to the condominium?”

Rayna turned her head toward the window and ignored him.

He slowly drove out of the Faymon residence as both continued to stay silent.

When Curtis noticed that the air conditioner was directed at Rayna, he reached over to push the flaps up and

increased the temperature.

Once Rayna realized that the inside of the car had gotten hotter, she grimaced and pushed the flap back down to

direct the breeze at herself.

“Stop messing with it.” Curtis pushed it back up.

“Who’s messing with you? I’m feeling hot.” Rayna huffed and redirected the air conditioner at herself. “If you don’t

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want me to be in your car, stop the car and let me off.”

“You’ll be feeling unwell later if you have the air conditioner directed at you,” he said.

Right as Rayna was about to adjust it again, he shot an icy look at her, warning her that she was risking another

round of chiding from him if she were to keep doing that.

Rayna scowled and looked back out of the window.

Curtis then drove into the underground garage before taking the elevator to Good Times Restaurant on the second

floor with Rayna.

As Rayna was in a wedding dress, the second they stepped out of the elevator, the other patrons in the restaurant

turned to look at them.

“Mr. Faymon,” the server greeted, only giving Rayna a brief glance with a polite smile. “It has been a while since

your last visit. We have a room available right now, so please let me lead you there.”

Curtis hummed quietly in response and brought Rayna there.

“Why did you take me here?” she uttered in a low voice, still angry. “I don’t want to eat. I want to go back.”

She, too, had realized that her wedding dress was attracting a lot of unwanted attention.

However, Curtis did not let go of her. Instead, he tightened his grip and said, “I realized you weren’t eating much at

home, so I brought you here to eat more.”

“That is your home. Not mine!”

“I never said it was your home either.” Curtis turned to glimpse at her. “Ms. Garland, are you overthinking this?”

Rayna stiffened. Once she realized what the conversation had been, she clamped her mouth shut.

The two of them had been fighting since morning, and she was tired. No matter how long she fought with him, the

man would continue to do as he pleased.

Hence, once she took the menu, she began ordering everything she set her eyes on.

Less than half an hour later, all the dishes she ordered were served.

Rayna had not eaten anything for the entire day, so she was indeed hungry. Furthermore, the food at Good Times

Restaurant was good, so she never once paused her meal.

“Slow down,” Curtis said, fearing that she would choke on her food before pushing the glass of grape juice toward

her. “No one’s going to kick you out of here anytime soon.”

Rayna lifted her head to glance at him, but as she had stuffed her mouth full of food, her words were muffled.

“You… Don’t talk…”

Curtis chuckled despite himself. “All right, all right. I won’t say anything anymore.”

Rayna then bit into the meat, but before she could swallow, nausea rushed up her throat.

Her face turned ashen.

Once she found the trash can, she vomited the food she just ate back out.

“What’s the matter?” Curtis hurried over to her, his face almost as pale as hers. “Did you eat too much?”

Rayna took the glass he handed to her and drank half of the water inside, but she still felt uncomfortable after that.

“This is frustrating. My pregnancy symptoms are getting worse. I feel like vomiting every time I eat something.”

Why do other pregnant women eat so much during their pregnancies while I puke everything I eat?

Curtis’ heart ached when he heard that.

He knew that she had been having a rough time since she had gotten pregnant, but this was the first time he saw it

with his own eyes.

There were no colors on Rayna’s face at all, and she looked exhausted.

“Do you want some fruits?” Curtis softly asked. “I’ll ask them to send some in here.”

“I can’t eat them.” Rayna was already feeling ill, and her mood only took a turn for the worse at the sight of the

origin of her frustrations. “Curtis, you b*stard, why didn’t you take any safety precautions back then?”

The longer the pregnancy went on, the longer she had to endure the troubles and symptoms that came with the

babies. Her excitement for them was gone.

I hate him so much!

Curtis cleared his throat awkwardly. “I asked you about it back then, but you said to do whatever I like…”

“Bullsh*t!” Rayna cursed. “How can I possibly have heard what you said back then?”

Knowing that she was feeling terrible, Curtis softened his voice even more and said, “Okay, okay, this is all my fault.

Have more of this tomato soup. It’s spicy, so I doubt you’ll vomit after having it.”

However, she only had two mouthfuls before her stomach churned again. Annoyed, she threw her spoon on the

table.

When she saw that Curtis was still beside her, she scowled and snapped, “Stop sitting here and go somewhere

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further. It’s annoying to see you here.”

Despite her angry snarling, Curtis had to keep his temper in check. Thus, he moved to the seat opposite hers in

resignation.

In the end, all the dishes on the table turned cold while Rayna only drank half a bowl of tomato soup.

Her stomach simply disagreed with everything.

After the meal, Curtis drove Rayna back.

The cool breeze helped take away some of Rayna’s frustrations, and she calmed down.

In a quiet voice, she said, “Curtis, you don’t need to humble yourself to be this nice to me. I wasn’t joking when I

said we were over.”

“I know.” Curtis hummed in agreement. “I’m not doing this on purpose. You have a fiery temper because you’re

pregnant. Any friend—or even a stranger—would be more accommodating toward you too.”

“So you’re telling me that I’m overthinking this and that I’m hoping to get back together with you?”

“Is that what you think?”

Rayna was rendered speechless from the overwhelming fury. It took her a while before she could squeeze out, “You

have such a silver tongue, Curtis Faymon! I can never win against you, can I?”

Curtis chuckled. “I wasn’t trying to do anything to you.”

Rayna frowned and ignored him.

He soon drove into the residential area. When they drove toward the condominium, Rayna spotted Jefferson, who

was sitting at the staircase.

He was still wearing his suit, but he had a tired look and a phone in his left hand. It seemed like he was on a call with

someone.

Rayna had been so preoccupied with fighting with Curtis that she had nearly forgotten about Jefferson.

Guilt swelled in her chest when she figured out that he had come here to wait for her.

Everyone must be laughing at Jefferson when Curtis took me, his bride, away at his wedding.

Once the car came to a stop, Rayna unbuckled her safety belt and hastily went down the car.

“Jefferson,” she cried out.

Jefferson lifted his head. The second he saw Rayna, his eyes lit up. He hung up his call and rushed toward her.

But before he could touch her, Curtis grabbed his hand.