Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 520

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 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…”