Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 162

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 162 Flat Stomach

Right after Rayna hung up the phone, Curtis wheeled himself over to her. He studied her flat stomach and questioned, “Sweetheart, why isn’t your stomach growing when you’ve been pregnant for so long?”

Rayna was rendered speechless.

How come he knows about everything but still thinks this fake pregnancy is real?

“Mr. Faymon, stop looking. It won’t grow no matter how long you look at it.” Rayna sighed loudly and was about to clear things up with him for the third time when he suddenly leaned over.

“The baby probably has arms and legs now, right? Let me listen,” he muttered as he placed his ear against her stomach, even closing his eyes to listen carefully.

Rayna put her hand to her forehead.

He’s so cute when he’s drunk!

Just as she was about to say something, the door beeped and was suddenly pushed open. Alfred stood there in his usual suit, appearing full of vigor.

Rayna was shocked to see him.

Meanwhile, Alfred also froze at the sight of the duo’s intimate pose.

“I was passing by, so I thought of visiting,” he said. When he saw Curtis’ head against Rayna’s stomach, his eyes lit up. “You’re pregnant?”

“No—”

“Yes,” Curtis chimed in. “It’s just that her stomach isn’t growing.”

Of course it won’t grow. I’m not pregnant!

“Really?” Alfred was so delighted to hear the news that he did not notice Curtis’ uncharacteristic behavior. With a bright smile, he strode into the house and pulled Curtis away from Rayna.

Then, he led her to the couch, glancing at her stomach from time to time. “I knew you and Curtis would end up together. You two are a match made in heaven, after all. This is wonderful news!”

“Old Mr. Faymon, you’ve misunderstood,” Rayna hurriedly explained. “I’m not—”

Alfred interrupted, “Don’t worry. I know what you’re going to tell me. Since you’re pregnant, Curtis and Ms. Sanders’ engagement is now deemed invalid. Curtis will cancel their engagement.”

“No, I mean—”

“Now that you’re with child, make sure you don’t tire yourself out. It doesn’t matter if Faymon Group goes bankrupt, as I still have enough money to support you guys!” Alfred cut her off once again. “You have to take good care of yourself and rest properly.”

Right when Rayna opened her mouth, Alfred’s phone started ringing.

The call seemed to be about something urgent as he stood up right after hanging up. He reminded them, “It’s Thanksgiving in a few days, so come visit the Faymon residence then. We haven’t had good news at home for so long.”

Before leaving, he even gave Curtis a stern warning. “Cancel your engagement with Ms. Sanders as soon as possible. Do you understand? If you dare to mistreat my daughter-in-law and grandchild, I’ll break your legs!”

With that, he left in a hurry.

His whole stay didn’t even last for ten minutes, but it left Rayna on the verge of breaking down.

“Curtis Faymon!” she barked his full name while shooting daggers at him. There was nothing for her to fear now since he was drunk anyway. “Do you know how big of a misunderstanding you have just caused?”

“Sweetheart, don’t be mad.” Curtis approached her in his wheelchair and poured a glass of water for her. “Here, drink some water. Are you upset because I got engaged with someone else?”

Rayna ignored the glass he handed over and roared, “I’m not pregnant! I’m not pregnant!”

“You are,” Curtis insisted with a firm expression. “Have you forgotten about that night at Intercontinental? You even clung to me afterward. I forgot—”

“Fine, I am pregnant!” Rayna slapped her hand over his mouth, embarrassment and despair washing over her. “Please just stop talking! I beg of you!”

This is so humiliating!