Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian)
Dear Sweetheart Chapter 411

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 411

Chapter 411

Clinging onto Rayna, Kristie told her everything she wanted to eat. In turn, Rayna placed an orderthrough the application.

“It’ll take at least forty minutes for the groceries to be delivered. Are there flour and unsalted butter inthe kitchen?” Rayna asked Larissa as she headed toward the kitchen, ignoring Curtis altogether.

“Yes. They’re all in the upper cabinet.” Larissa followed her into the kitchen and helped her retrieve thesaid items. Then, she added, “There’s also an oven and some molds for cookies. Do you need them aswell, Ms. Garland?”

“Yes. Please take them out for me.”

“Sure.”

Kristie didn’t go into the kitchen but eyed Curtis beside her and inquired in curiosity, “What did you saywas the purpose of your visit just now? You’re here for your laptop, right?”

Without waiting for Curtis to answer, she started rummaging everywhere in the living room.

In the end, she found the laptop beside the television. With all the excitement in the world, she broughtit over to him. “Found it! Hurry up and leave, Curt, lest your work gets held up.”

Curtis was rendered speechless for a moment.

He massaged his temples. “I worry about you since there’s an outsider at home. I’ll leave later.”

“What outsider?” Kristie was lost at first before she followed his gaze to the kitchen and caught sight ofRayna. Immediately, chagrin swamped her. “Rayna isn’t an outsider! Don’t treat her like your enemy

simply because you’ve broken up with her. She’s stunningly beautiful, and many men are interested inher even if you aren’t.”

Curtis’ eyes darkened a shade. “You’re now siding with outsiders, Kristie?”

“I was just speaking the truth.” Kristie curled her ruby lips. In the next instant, something seeminglyoccurred to her. She leaned close to the man and queried in a whisper, “Are you so adamant aboutstaying because you want to eat Rayna’s cooking, Curt?”

“No.”

In response, Kristie harrumphed. “I think that’s the reason all right. It’s obvious that you want to stickaround for a free meal, Curt.”

Pressing his hand against her head, Curtis forcibly turned her around in the direction of her room. “Goback to your bedroom and change out of your pajamas. If you continue talking back to me, I’ll dismissMdm. Lovett and leave you to fend for yourself.”

“How petty!” Kristie muttered. Slapping his hand away, she begrudgingly returned to her bedroom.

Curtis placed the laptop on the coffee table before striding to the bar area. He snagged a glass and gothimself some soda.

When he straightened, he spotted Rayna bustling around in the open kitchen. Her black hair was pulledback in a simple ponytail that hung down her back, giving vague glimpses of her fair neck every sooften. Dressed casually, she emanated sheer femininity.

He leaned against the edge of the bar with his ebony eyes fixated on her, watching as she movedabout at times or took something from Larissa.

What kind of allure exactly does she have that I can’t forget her? And why is it that she has the ability tomake a mess of my emotions?

Feeling somewhat irritable, he threw his head back and downed the entire glass of soda. That soothedhim considerably.

In the kitchen, Larissa was helping Rayna when her phone rang out of the blue.

Excusing herself, she went to the side to answer the call.

About two minutes later, she hurried out to look for Curtis and implored frantically, “Mr. Faymon, mygranddaughter is running a high fever. My son and daughter-in-law are on a business trip and can’tmake it back. I’m afraid my granddaughter won’t be able to manage alone at home. Can I take a half-day leave to look in on her?”

“Okay, I’ll give you a half-day leave. Just come over on the dot tomorrow morning,” Curtis replied.

“Thank you, Mr. Faymon!” Larissa was grateful beyond words. Before leaving, she suggested, “Sinceyou’ve got nothing to do here anyway, Mr. Faymon, you can go in and lend Ms. Garland a hand. It’s toomuch work for her alone.”

Even after she had left, Curtis remained leaning against the bar without budging an inch.

He cast a look at the kitchen, only to see that Rayna was managing perfectly well by herself.

She disdains me, no? In that case, why should I still go and help her? Besides, I’m not here to be herhelper.

“Hey, where’s Mdm. Lovett? Why isn’t she helping Rayna?” Kristie questioned upon seeing that Raynawas alone in the kitchen, having changed into casual clothes.

“Her granddaughter is running a high fever, so I gave her a half-day leave,” Curtis answered concisely.

“Then, I’ll go and lend Rayna a hand!” Upon hearing that, Kristie rolled up her sleeves and dashedtoward the kitchen excitedly.

Unfortunately, she was stopped by Curtis midway.

“Do you want to blow up the kitchen again? If another fire breaks out, Faymon Group doesn’t have thatmuch money to compensate everyone.” As Curtis recalled her “moment of glory” previously, thecorners of his mouth twitched.

“T-That was just a moment of inattention when I set the wrong duration for the oven! Am I to leave herto do all the work by herself? That won’t be appropriate!” Kristie argued.

While saying that, she suddenly stared at the man fixedly with a crafty look in her eyes.

A sense of foreboding promptly flooded Curtis.

Before the high and mighty man could say anything, Kristie shoved him into the kitchen and announcedloudly, “Rayna, Curt has offered to help you out!”

At that, Rayna snorted and scoffed, “He can’t even differentiate between salt and sugar. Forget it.”

“That definitely won’t happen again this time. He said he’d be embarrassed to eat your cooking withoutdoing anything and insisted on helping, so do grant him the opportunity, Rayna,” Kristie chirped,pushing Curtis into the kitchen.

The instant Rayna glanced over her shoulder, she was greeted by the sight of Curtis behind her.

Rolling her eyes at him, she pointed at the bowl of flour. “Since you’re eager to help, Mr. Faymon, goahead and mix the flour.”

With a chilly expression on his face, Curtis turned to glower at Kristie, but the latter had long since fledto the living room.

“Why are you looking everywhere? Hurry up and mix the flour!” Rayna urged. Then, she evenmuttered, “He shouldn’t have offered to help if he doesn’t know how to do it. He came in, but he isn’thelping at all, standing around like an id*ot!”

Words eluded Curtis, and he went silent for five seconds.

Unfastening his cuffs expressionlessly, he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. Only after doingthat did he pick up the jug at the side and pour some warm water into the bowl of flour.

After stirring a few times with a spoon, he asked Rayna, “Do you want it on the dry or wet side?”

“Dry. It’s to make bread.”

“Okay.”

Neither of them said anything further, standing together side by side as they went about their tasks.

When Curtis was done mixing the flour, he kneaded it with his hand. Finding it about ready, he turnedto inform Rayna about it.

Rayna appeared to be retrieving something, but she accidentally bumped into him while whirlingaround. Caught off guard, she turned unsteady on her feet and started falling backward unbidden.

His heart clenched, Curtis hurriedly reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling herback up. As soon as she had regained her feet, he quickly withdrew his arm and shifted aside.

Rayna was wholly thrown off balance by his actions.

D*mn it, how utterly heartless! Why didn’t he say anything about keeping a distance from me backwhen he bedded me?

The babies in her belly grew restless, and one of them kicked her.

Grunting in pain, Rayna frowned as she cursed inwardly. Their father is picking on me, and one of hischildren is now following suit!

“What’s wrong?” At the sight of her slightly pale complexion, Curtis wanted to inquire whether shewould like to rest for a while but felt that it was too intimate, so he suppressed that urge.

“Nothing!” Rayna huffed. Brushing past him, she took out a bag of low-gluten flour from the cabinet.“I’ve already softened the butter. Whisk it smooth before adding an egg. Finally, add a pinch of salt andthe low-gluten flour. Remember to use salt and not sugar. Otherwise, the cookies will be overly sweet.”

As she stuffed the whisk into his hand with a cold expression on her face, Curtis couldn’t help inquiring,“How long does it take to whisk it smooth?”

“No idea! Google it yourself!” Rayna snorted, giving her back to him.

Sheer exasperation deluged Curtis.

I don’t think I’ve done anything. In fact, I even saved her from taking a fall earlier. Why is she speakingto me in such a tone?

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