Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 507

Kristie slumped on the couch. She was bored out of her mind flipping through the channels on the television and peeping into the kitchen.

This weirdo’s cooking skills seem deft.

About half an hour later, Samson served the dishes in the dining area. “Ms. Winton, the food is ready.”

As the irresistible smell filled the air, Kristie hurriedly got up and strode toward the dining table.

When she saw that it was pork chop with cream sauce, her stomach started rumbling.

Samson passed her a fork and urged, “Have a bite.”

“It smells good, but I’m sure it tastes bad.” Kristie scoffed, “You’d better start packing and get ready to leave.”

Then, she had a piece of piping hot pork chop.

It was unexpectedly delicious! The insults she was ready to hurl at him immediately turned into compliments. “Wow! This is superb! Hang on… Why does it taste exactly the same as the food you ordered for me the last time?”

Kristie took another bite and confirmed that the food tasted just like the one she had before. At that instant, she shot Samson a death stare and bellowed, “I can’t believe that you ordered take-out and pretended you cooked it! Shame on you!”

“I was here the entire time. How could I have ordered food delivery?”

Kristie was stumped by his question. She pointed at the window next to the kitchen and claimed, “I bet they were outside, and you used a rope to collect the food from them discreetly. Otherwise, how do you explain the identical tastes of the food I’ve tasted both times?”

Left with no choice, Samson told her the truth. “I know that you’re a picky eater, so I told a lie. The dish you had the last time was also prepared by yours truly. “

“Did I ever say that I’m a picky eater?” Kristie was fuming.

“Mr. Faymon told me that.”

What?

Upset, Kristie sulked as she ate her food.

How dare Curt tell this old fellow everything! He even arranged for him to take care of me without seeking my opinion first!

Samson took a chair and sat beside her, asking, “How is it? Can I stay?”

“Hmph!” As much as Kristie wanted to reject him, she knew she did not like Larissa’s cooking. Hence, she snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued eating the pork chop.

Samson was a patient man. He waited for her to finish her food before lovingly pouring her a glass of orange juice. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Wash it down with something sweet.”

Kristie accepted the glass and gulped it down. Then, she said placidly, “You can stay and cook whatever I demand. You’re not allowed in my bedroom, and don’t touch my things.”

Samson acknowledged. “Anything else?”

“Keep your distance!” Kristie cast him an unfriendly look. She lifted her chin and threatened, “Let me tell you something. My boyfriend is incredibly strong. He can knock you out in just one punch. Therefore, don’t you covet me. Understand?”

“You have a boyfriend?” Samson’s expression darkened. “Since when?” he asked in a cold tone.

“That’s none of your business. All you need to know is he’s not one to be trifled with.”

Samson gripped her wrist with force. “How did you know him? What’s his name?” His gaze was so frightening that he looked like he was going to eat someone up.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” Frowning, Kristie almost teared up. “Let me go!”

“Tell me now or I won’t cook for you anymore.”

“How dare you show me your attitude! You’re just a bodyguard hired by Curt. Don’t be so insolent. What gives?” Kristie cried.

At that point, Samson was still glaring at her and holding her wrist with a vice-like grip. It made her blaze in fury.

“I tell you, my boyfriend’s name is James, and he’s super impressive. I’m going to call him if you don’t let go of me.”

Upon hearing that, Samson was stunned.

He released Kristie, and the latter quickly rubbed her hurting wrist.

“Hmph! You’re scared out of your wits now? Try it again, and my boyfriend won’t let you off so easily.” Kristie side-eyed him.

“Yes, I’m afraid.” Nodding, Samson chuckled. “Your boyfriend is great, indeed.”

“Why are you laughing if you’re terrified?” Kristie widened her eyes and huffed in anger. “Are you assuming that I lied to you? Fine, I’ll give him a call now and ask him to come over.”

Samson proceeded to clean up the table. He asked, “Would you like some cream puffs? I’ll make some later.”

“Sure! I want strawberry flavor.”

“Okay.”

Kristie rested her chin on her hands as she watched the man bring the dishes back to the kitchen. She felt something was off.

Eh, why does something feel amiss?

…

After leaving Kristie’s place, Carl hastily took a cab to Faymon Group.

Earlier, Samson led him into a bedroom and requested that he visits Faymon Group to find out more information from Curtis. At the same time, Samson also wanted Carl to tell Curtis about Rayna’s arrest. Surprisingly, Carl did as he said without asking why.

Carl scratched his head, completely baffled. “Isn’t he one of Mr. Curtis’ men? Why doesn’t he ask Mr. Curtis himself?”

Soon, the cab pulled over by the roadside.

The driver turned around and looked at Carl in the passenger seat. “Hey kiddo, you’ve arrived at Faymon Group.”

“Thank you, Mr. Driver.”

After paying, Curtis got out of the cab. He texted Curtis while heading toward Faymon Group.

As soon as he entered the company, a receptionist approached him and said, “Hi, kiddo. This way, please.”

“Thank you, Miss.” His eyes curved into a crescent when he smiled. “You’re not only beautiful, but you’re also kind-hearted too,” Carl praised her sweetly.

The receptionist blushed sheepishly. Then, she led Carl into an elevator and swiped the access card. “The elevator will bring you straight to the correct floor. It won’t stop along the way, so I won’t be going up with you.”

“Okay.”

When the receptionist returned to her desk, a few other staff huddled over her and gossiped. “Hey, isn’t that the kid who came last time? He’s here to see Mr. Faymon again?”

The receptionist nodded. “Although he had a mask on, I think it’s the same person.”

“Why is he looking for Mr. Faymon?” The chattering continued. “He’s always wearing a mask. Do you think that he’s—”

“Is that possible? The child seems five or six years old already. I doubt Mr. Faymon could hide about his marriage.”

“Precisely. Mr. Faymon has patched things up with Ms. Sainz, hasn’t he?”

Several staff were curious about the identity of the little boy who had been seen visiting Curtis at his company multiple times.

Meanwhile, Carl strode toward the CEO’s office after getting out of the elevator.

He knocked on the door and waited for the person inside the room to answer before turning the door knob. “Oh, you seem busy, Mr. Curtis.”

Curtis closed the document he was reading and massaged his temple, asking, “Anything?”

“I was worried that you’d miss lunch because of work. Hence, I got you some chips.” Carl smiled and put the snacks he brought on the table. “See, Mr. Curtis, I’m so nice to you, right?”

“Spill.” Curtis would not fall for his tricks. “Why are you here?” he asked, deadpan.

Carl took a seat and started spinning on the chair. “Well, I’m too bored, and I wanted you to play with me.”

“Why don’t you ask your Aunt Kristie to accompany you?”

“She bullies me all the time. She even beat me when she lost to me in a video game. It sucks to play with her.” Carl muttered, “Should I stay at her place any longer, you won’t get to see my cute face anymore.”

Curtis’ gaze darkened. “Aren’t you staying at Rayna’s? Isn’t she home?”

“Ms. Rayna hasn’t been home for more than a week,” replied Carl. “She has a fiancé, so I’m sure she would rather live in his house. That was why I went to Aunt Kristie’s place, but who would have known she’s such a bully.”

She’s been away for a week?

Curtis was annoyed. She said she was going to take good care of Carl. In the end, she left him all alone in the house the moment she got herself a fiancé.

With his chin in his hands, the inquisitive Carl posed Curtis another question. “You don’t look too good. Are you not well, Mr. Curtis?”

“I’m fine!”

“Could it be that you’re displeased because Ms. Rayna is getting married to someone else?” Carl’s words hit Curtis’ sore spot. “Do you still have feelings for her?”