Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 525

Out of the blue, Rayna recalled the spaghetti bolognese Curtis had made back when she stayed at his place.

Although it was salty and tasted quite awful, I still finished the entire plate. Then, there’s today’s aglio olio. His cooking skills are dismal, and it doesn’t taste good, but I don’t disdain it. I still feel the same way about him, and my feelings for him seemingly never changed. But why…

Subsequently, the memory of her begging him on that rainy night flashed through her mind.

I went as far as going to my knees, but he remained wholly unmoved. He opened the door and allowed another woman into his house yet never spared me a single glance. How can I simply forgive and forget when he inflicted such pain upon me?

Sorrow seeped into her. As she recalled the past, her eyes stung as she ate, and she started crying without warning.

Tears streamed down her face like a faucet and fell onto the plate.

Curtis noticed that she was keeping her head lowered and saying nothing. A while later, her shoulders even started quivering. On the whole, something seemed amiss with her. His gaze darkened, and he grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look up.

Unexpectedly, he was greeted by the sight of her tear-stained face. Worse still, she was still crying.

Panic promptly seized him. He used his thumb to wipe her tears off. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Carl interjected frostily, “Stop asking the obvious, Mr. Curtis! It’s because your cooking tastes horrible. But then, the pasta is just a bit bland. Is Ms. Rayna crying because the grilled chicken is awful?”

Jerking his head over, Curtis shot him a glare.

However, he had no choice but to admit, with embarrassment coloring his features, “Indeed, my cooking isn’t that great. I thought it’d be fine so long as I followed the steps, but I never thought… I’d fail so spectacularly. If it’s horrible, just leave it. I’ll take you out for something else.”

Carl couldn’t resist raising his hand and saying softly, “I want to go as well, Mr. Curtis. I’d like to have deep-fried prawns.”

Alas, Curtis ignored him entirely. He thought that Rayna found the pasta unpalatable, so he would just take her out for some other food.

To his surprise, her tears suddenly ceased, and her aggrieved expression turned emotionless. She even brushed his hand away.

The change in her was so rapid that his hand remained suspended in mid-air, and he was a touch lost.

What’s happening here?

Ignoring the man beside her, Rayna continued eating.

After a little over ten minutes, she finally finished the aglio olio. Putting down the fork, she uttered placidly, “Thank you for cooking, Mr. Faymon. Leave the plates for Carl to wash.”

A frown marred Curtis’ countenance, and he hated her attitude that felt so distant all of a sudden.

“Rayna, there might still be some misunderstanding between us. We need to talk.”

Rayna flashed him a smile, but her gaze remained impassive. “There’s no other misunderstanding as you’ve explained everything necessary, Mr. Faymon. Thank you for the supper you made. I’ll see you out.”

Pushing back the chair, she got to her feet and headed to the door. Then she opened the door and stood there waiting.

At that turn of events, Carl was downright bewildered.

It’s true that the pasta Mr. Curtis made doesn’t taste good, but Ms. Rayna doesn’t have to kick him out, does she?

He whispered to Curtis, “Look how awful the pasta you made. Ms. Rayna is so livid that she’s kicking you out. Hurry up and apologize to her.”

However, Curtis knew that Rayna wasn’t acting thus because of his terrible cooking. She had shed tears earlier because she had recalled the past. That was why her attitude toward him turned indifferent.

When it comes to everything that happened in the past, it was indeed my negligence that brought about a chasmic misunderstanding between us both.

Without saying anything, he snagged his jacket when he walked past the living room.

Dipping his head and catching a glimpse of her detached expression that was deliberate to distance herself from him, he sighed inwardly. “Rest earlier with Carl. I’ll be leaving.”

“Okay. Goodbye, Mr. Faymon.” Rayna’s voice was flat, and she didn’t even bother looking at him.

The instant Curtis stepped out of the house, the door immediately slammed shut behind him.