Dear Sweetheart novel

Rayna did not know what was going on with her either. Recently, she had been having mood swings, and she had

been picky with her food. She had been craving cheese buns, and if she could not get them, she would feel upset.

She had never thought Curtis would make her cheese buns because he could not find them.

It was her first time seeing him being in the kitchen for such a long time. His back was broad, and the sight of that

made her feel safe.

Rayna tiptoed over and reached out to touch his back.

A little more, and I’ll be able to hug him…

Right then, Curtis shifted his shoulder and turned around.

Rayna instinctively retracted her arm and stood transfixed in her spot, her eyes meeting with his.

“Not gonna watch TV anymore?” Curtis was a little taken aback to see her in the kitchen. He moved a little to the

right, afraid that she would see the phone beside the knife block.

Rayna lied, “I’m scared you’ll end up putting sugar as if it’s salt, so I came to supervise you.”

Curtis was rendered speechless.

“How’s it going?” Rayna asked, glancing at the spot behind him. It was then she saw the wonky-shaped buns behind

him and how some of the buns even had cheese spilling out of them.

When Curtis looked in the direction she was looking at, he stiffened and said awkwardly, “It’s hard to wrap it around

them. I’ll redo them later.”

Rayna shook her head and smiled. “It looks good. I’m sure it’ll taste good too.”

This is already good considering that this is his first time making buns.

Then, she added, “I’m serious. This is your first time making this, and you even know how to prepare the dough and

the cheese without anyone teaching you. That’s amazing!”

Curtis nodded in agreement. “It looks like I’m talented at making food.”

The chef, who had accidentally overheard the conversation, pursed his lips.

Stop bluffing, Mr. Faymon. If Ms. Garland wants you to make a whole feast, you’ll be quick in admitting your

mistake.

Rayna wanted to stay in the kitchen a while longer and enjoy him working away, but alas, the doorbell rang.

Curtis said, “It’s probably the oranges. Open the door, will you?”

“It’s raining. Aren’t you just tormenting them by asking them to deliver oranges here?” Rayna grumbled, but her

heart was melting from his gesture, and she jogged over to open the door.

When the deliveryman saw that it was a woman who opened the door, he froze. “Huh? Is this where… Mr. Faymon

stays?”

“Yes. He’s busy in the kitchen right now.” Rayna’s eyes drifted toward the two baskets of oranges before the

entrance. The smell of them was enticing, and she could not help but pick one up to peel it. “Please move it in for

me.”

“Oh, okay.”

The deliveryman brought the baskets to a corner before sneaking a glance at Rayna. When he saw how much she

was enjoying the oranges, he realized with a start that it was not Curtis who wanted to eat the oranges but his wife.

Before leaving, the deliveryman said to Rayna, “Mrs. Faymon, I’ll take my leave now. Please ask Mr. Faymon to just

call the orchard if there’s anything else you’d like to eat. I’ll deliver it to your doorstep.”

Before Rayna could react to that, the deliveryman put on his raincoat and rushed into the rain.

Mrs. Faymon?

Curtis had once set her up and made her get engaged to him. Gabriel had been calling her Mrs. Faymon, but she

had felt nothing about it. Yet, now, she found that she quite liked the form of address.

A blush crept onto Rayna’s face, and she glanced in the direction of the kitchen at the man with a smile on her

face.

There were no women’s shoes and things other than hers at the residence.

Maybe he didn’t get a new girlfriend. Maybe it’s a heartless reporter jumping to conclusions.

Rayna was in love with the oranges, and she simply could not stop eating them.

Rayna lost track of how many oranges she had eaten. Finally, Curtis came back out of the kitchen with a plate of

hot cheese buns in his hands.

When the man placed the plate on the coffee table, Rayna eagerly reached out for it, only to put her hands on her

earlobes to cool it down in the next second after scalding it.

“Silly, it just came out of the oven. It’s certainly going to be hot,” Curtis said, amused by her actions.

Rayna shot him a glare. “You’re the silly one!”

Not wanting to be childish as her, Curtis picked up a bun and blew on it. Once it no longer felt as hot, he handed it

to her.

Without hesitating, Rayna took a huge bite.

The cheese inside was still hot, and it was a little spicy, but the texture was surprisingly good.

“This tastes great,” Rayna mumbled as she took another bite.

Before taking her first bite, she had been thinking about how she was going to finish the bun even if it was bad

since it was Curtis’ first time making food. Little did she expect it to be so delicious.

She ate one after another like a glutton.

Curtis sat at the side quietly and watched her gobble away. When he saw some cheese on the corner of her lips, he

took a napkin to wipe her lips. “What’s the hurry? If this isn’t enough for you, I’ll make you more.”

His action was gentle, and his voice was soft. For a moment, Rayna had forgotten she was eating, and she could

only stare at him in a daze.

How can I not fall for a man like this?

Rayna mulled over the gossip the men in the club room had uttered. Then, she thought about how the man before

her was handsome, rich, and so capable of making yummy cheese buns.

He needed not to do anything. All he needed was to stand there, and a whole group of women would throw

themselves at him.

When Rayna thought about how he would be this gentle to another woman and make great buns for another

woman, tears sprang into her eyes, and she began crying.

Her tears made Curtis panic, and he quickly moved over to her and asked, “Why are you crying again? Do the buns

taste bad?”

“It tastes good.”

“Then can you please stop crying already?” Curtis relaxed when he heard her words. “I’ve only been wiping your

tears today. Why do you have that many tears in you?”

Rayna lifted her head and choked out, “Will you get a lover in every city and make sure that you won’t be wearing

your ring when you see them?”

Curtis stiffened.

“Will you only like university students at the young age of twenty?”

Curtis continued to be silent.

“Will you love someone and get sick of her eventually? Will you try every way to get rid of her?”

Curtis was exasperated, and he questioned, “What in the world is on your mind?”

“Will you?” Rayna asked.

“I won’t, and I won’t waste my time doing that. I’m busy. I don’t want to have a lover in every city. I’d have to take

time out to see them, and I’d have to make sure that I’m not wearing a ring. I’m not interested in twenty-year-old

university students either.”

After a pause, he continued, “I won’t get sick of someone I love, and I won’t think of ways to get rid of her. If that

person thinks that their significant other is sick of her, then their significant other must not have loved her right.”

Only then did Rayna feel relieved.

So not all men are the same. Some will do that, and some won’t. Mr. Faymon’s the best man in this world.

“What about the newspaper?” Rayna asked him nervously.

What she had been unable to let go of was the intimate photo of him and another woman she saw in the

newspaper the other day, and how Stella had picked up the CEO’s office’s phone.

I think Curtis still loves her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dote on her and spoil her in this way. There’s still a chance

between the two of them.

As Rayna fixed her eyes on him, she asked, “Do you… like Stella?”

As long as Curtis could give her an explanation for it, she would believe him. She would then court him again and

tell him about the babies.

How can the babies grow up without a father?

To her surprise, Curtis did not answer her right away. He frowned, and that made her anxious.

After a long while, the man uttered in a steady voice, “Rayna, I’m not twenty years old. I don’t have the impulsive

streak of youth. I know well what I should be doing.”