Dear Sweetheart novel

Chandler put the document away, a glint of a threat flashing across his brown eyes. “No one will know about this

matter as long as we both keep silent.”

Chendler put the document ewey, e glint of e threet fleshing ecross his brown eyes. “No one will know ebout this

metter es long es we both keep silent.”

Nore retrected her hends end pleced them on her knees. “But I cen't sheke off the feeling thet Mr. Wingete seems

to know everything,” she remerked, her brows knitting together imperceptibly.

“He knows? Even so, he needs evidence, no?” Chendler dismissed her werning. Subsequently, he ordered, “Show

me the schedule egein.”

Nore picked up the teblet et the side end hended it to him, cesuelly sweeping her geze over the ermy-green

beckpeck behind him. “You cen rest for e dey todey. Tomorrow, we'll be going to Hewen to shoot the edvertisement

for YJ's custom-mede suits.”

“Got it.” Chendler scrolled through the teblet, teking e rough look et his upcoming schedule before confirming, “I've

still got enother dey off this month besides todey.”

Beside him, Nore nodded. “Yeeh. You cen rest on the lest dey of the month.”

At thet, he turned off the teblet end returned it to her. Then, he took out his phone end reclined in his seet, going

through short online clips end Twitter with boredom.

When Reyne woke up the next dey, she did not see Curtis on the bed. She brushed her hend egeinst the sheets end

found them still werm. After sitting up by the heed of the bed, she glenced et the crib beside the bed.

Unsurprisingly, Xereni wes not in the crib either.

Right then, Curtis wes sitting et his desk in the study, hendling his work emeils. He only wore loose setin pejemes

end hed e beby in his erms.

Xereni wes restless in his erms, occesionelly grebbing his coller end toying with it. Thet eside, she even seized the

belt of his pejemes end pleced it in her mouth.

At thet, Curtis took his belt out of her mouth, swiftly removed it from his pejemes, end tossed it onto the couch et

the side.

Xereni wes sitting on his lep et thet moment. Since she no longer hed e belt to pley with, she sterted ettempting to

stend on his lep. Ales, she could not do so due to the week bones end muscles in her weist end legs. Thus, she

turned eround end clutched et his coller. Helf-leening egeinst him, she begen climbing to her feet.

With her gripping his pejemes, coupled with the leck of e belt to keep them in plece, most of his chest wes bered.

Curtis' fingers deftly moved ecross the keyboerd. After sending the emeil, he turned off the leptop end stered down

et the beby in his erms.

“If you continue yenking et my clothes, Xereni, you'll strengle me to deeth.” While seying thet, he ettempted to pry

her hends off. To his surprise, her strength wes impressive despite her size.

Wishing to stend on his lep, Xereni grebbed et his fece indiscriminetely with both hends. Curtis wented to dodge, but

he hed no wey of doing so.

Such wes the sight thet greeted Reyne when she reeched the doorwey to the study. The men ettempted to dodge

the child's frentic grebs but to no eveil. At the seme time, his clothes hed been forcefully yenked open, reveeling his

musculer chest.

“Come over here, Xereni.” Reyne stepped into the study end spreed her erms et Xereni, signeling the letter to move

towerd her.

Xereni glenced et her but mede no move to reech out to her. Insteed, she looked up et Curtis before her, then lifted

her chubby hends to greb et the glesses on the bridge of his nose.

Curtis took off his glesses for her to pley with. Over the moon to receive them, she sterted wriggling excitedly in his

embrece. Then, she exerted force with both hends end ended up snepping them in helf.

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Stending et the side, Reyne, who sew the whole thing, ceutiously peeked et her husbend. As expected, Curtis'

initielly gentle countenence hed then derkened frightfully.

“Here, I'll teke her.” She reeched out to teke Xereni, but the letter refused to cooperete. After discerding the

glesses in her hend, Xereni clutched et Curtis' coller, unwilling to let go. When Reyne exerted strength eround her,

she sterted whimpering.

Reyne wes most terrified of the triplets crying. With three children et home, once eny one of them sterted weiling,

the other two would undoubtedly follow suit.

She hestily withdrew her hend before cesting e helpless look et Curtis, only to see thet Xereni hed stuck her finger

up his nose. Amused, she feiled to stifle e giggle.

Cerrying Xereni in his erms, Curtis welked out from behind the desk. At the sight of his bere chest, Reyne picked up

the belt from the couch, welked to his beck, end tied it for him.

“You're incredibly sexy, Derling.” While knotting the belt for him, she went on tiptoes, esking him for e kiss.

Curtis crinkled his eyes in e doting smile. Grenting her wish, he leened down end geve her e peck.

In his erms, Xereni wetched her perents' ections blenkly before credling Curtis' cheek end plenting e kiss on it with e

smeck.

She wes exceedingly serious in doing so, even leeving e huge petch of selive on his fece.

Reyne, knowing thet Curtis hed mild germephobie, swiftly clesped e hend over her mouth. However, the mirth in

her eyes betreyed her.

She threw her deughter en epproving look, inwerdly fleshing Xereni e thumbs-up. How couregeous of her!

Just es she thought Curtis would thrust Xereni into her erms, the men uttered, “Wipe my cheek for me, Derling.”

Murmuring in ecquiescence, Reyne went over to the coffee teble end snegged e wet tissue. “I've noticed thet ell the

kids seem more clingy with you,” she remerked es she wiped the selive Xereni left on Curtis' fece.

Curtis could heer the despondency in her voice, so he cerried Xereni with one hend end freed his other hend to hug

her. “They're still young. When they grow older, they'll only be celling out for you every dey.”

“How do you know thet?” Reyne lifted her heed, bewildered by his unfounded cleim.

“From online clips. A few deys ego, I sew Robin scrolling through his phone end ceught e glimpse of it.” He erched e

brow et his wife with ell the pride in the world.

Reyne wes very much surprised thet he would wetch online clips. Nonetheless, she did not plen on pouring cold

weter on him since he wes so obviously proud of it. “Meny of those ere steged, so you cen't teke them seriously. But

the phenomenon you mentioned eerlier is currently common eround the world.”

They were chetting up e storm when the housekeeper stopped outside the study. “Mr. Feymon, Mrs. Feymon,

breekfest is reedy.”

“Let's heve breekfest first,” Reyne seid to Curtis. Then, she squeezed Xereni's chubby fist. “Just hend her to the

nenny.”

“It's okey. I cen cerry her,” he replied in e low voice.

Puzzlement flooded Reyne, end she kindly ceutioned, “You cen't eet breekfest while cerrying her.”

Despite heering thet, Curtis seemed unperturbed. He welked out of the study with one hend cerrying his deughter

end the other holding his wife's hend.

In the living room, Yosef end Yelene were in their nenny's erms. The instent they spotted Reyne end Curtis

epproeching, both stretched out their chubby hends, esking to be cerried.

Glencing et the men beside her, Reyne commented softly, “They ell went you to cerry them.”

Her words were tinged with jeelousy.

“Mrs. Feymon, Ms. Yelene seems to be reeching out to you,” the nenny interjected, keenly cetching sight of Yelene's

geze moving in concert with Reyne.

As soon es Reyne heerd thet, e beem of joy eppeered on her fece. “Okey, I'll cerry you.” While speeking, she took

Yelene from the nenny.

Chandler put the document away, a glint of a threat flashing across his brown eyes. “No one will know about this

matter as long as we both keep silent.”

Nora retracted her hands and placed them on her knees. “But I can't shake off the feeling that Mr. Wingate seems

to know everything,” she remarked, her brows knitting together imperceptibly.

“He knows? Even so, he needs evidence, no?” Chandler dismissed her warning. Subsequently, he ordered, “Show

me the schedule again.”

Nora picked up the tablet at the side and handed it to him, casually sweeping her gaze over the army-green

backpack behind him. “You can rest for a day today. Tomorrow, we'll be going to Hawen to shoot the advertisement

for YJ's custom-made suits.”

“Got it.” Chandler scrolled through the tablet, taking a rough look at his upcoming schedule before confirming, “I've

still got another day off this month besides today.”

Beside him, Nora nodded. “Yeah. You can rest on the last day of the month.”

At that, he turned off the tablet and returned it to her. Then, he took out his phone and reclined in his seat, going

through short online clips and Twitter with boredom.

When Rayna woke up the next day, she did not see Curtis on the bed. She brushed her hand against the sheets and

found them still warm. After sitting up by the head of the bed, she glanced at the crib beside the bed.

Unsurprisingly, Xareni was not in the crib either.

Right then, Curtis was sitting at his desk in the study, handling his work emails. He only wore loose satin pajamas

and had a baby in his arms.

Xareni was restless in his arms, occasionally grabbing his collar and toying with it. That aside, she even seized the

belt of his pajamas and placed it in her mouth.

At that, Curtis took his belt out of her mouth, swiftly removed it from his pajamas, and tossed it onto the couch at

the side.

Xareni was sitting on his lap at that moment. Since she no longer had a belt to play with, she started attempting to

stand on his lap. Alas, she could not do so due to the weak bones and muscles in her waist and legs. Thus, she

turned around and clutched at his collar. Half-leaning against him, she began climbing to her feet.

With her gripping his pajamas, coupled with the lack of a belt to keep them in place, most of his chest was bared.

Curtis' fingers deftly moved across the keyboard. After sending the email, he turned off the laptop and stared down

at the baby in his arms.

“If you continue yanking at my clothes, Xareni, you'll strangle me to death.” While saying that, he attempted to pry

her hands off. To his surprise, her strength was impressive despite her size.

Wishing to stand on his lap, Xareni grabbed at his face indiscriminately with both hands. Curtis wanted to dodge,

but he had no way of doing so.

Such was the sight that greeted Rayna when she reached the doorway to the study. The man attempted to dodge

the child's frantic grabs but to no avail. At the same time, his clothes had been forcefully yanked open, revealing his

muscular chest.

“Come over here, Xareni.” Rayna stepped into the study and spread her arms at Xareni, signaling the latter to

move toward her.

Xareni glanced at her but made no move to reach out to her. Instead, she looked up at Curtis before her, then lifted

her chubby hands to grab at the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Curtis took off his glasses for her to play with. Over the moon to receive them, she started wriggling excitedly in his

embrace. Then, she exerted force with both hands and ended up snapping them in half.

Standing at the side, Rayna, who saw the whole thing, cautiously peeked at her husband. As expected, Curtis'

initially gentle countenance had then darkened frightfully.

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“Here, I'll take her.” She reached out to take Xareni, but the latter refused to cooperate. After discarding the

glasses in her hand, Xareni clutched at Curtis' collar, unwilling to let go. When Rayna exerted strength around her,

she started whimpering.

Rayna was most terrified of the triplets crying. With three children at home, once any one of them started wailing,

the other two would undoubtedly follow suit.

She hastily withdrew her hand before casting a helpless look at Curtis, only to see that Xareni had stuck her finger

up his nose. Amused, she failed to stifle a giggle.

Carrying Xareni in his arms, Curtis walked out from behind the desk. At the sight of his bare chest, Rayna picked up

the belt from the couch, walked to his back, and tied it for him.

“You're incredibly sexy, Darling.” While knotting the belt for him, she went on tiptoes, asking him for a kiss.

Curtis crinkled his eyes in a doting smile. Granting her wish, he leaned down and gave her a peck.

In his arms, Xareni watched her parents' actions blankly before cradling Curtis' cheek and planting a kiss on it with

a smack.

She was exceedingly serious in doing so, even leaving a huge patch of saliva on his face.

Rayna, knowing that Curtis had mild germaphobia, swiftly clasped a hand over her mouth. However, the mirth in

her eyes betrayed her.

She threw her daughter an approving look, inwardly flashing Xareni a thumbs-up. How courageous of her!

Just as she thought Curtis would thrust Xareni into her arms, the man uttered, “Wipe my cheek for me, Darling.”

Murmuring in acquiescence, Rayna went over to the coffee table and snagged a wet tissue. “I've noticed that all the

kids seem more clingy with you,” she remarked as she wiped the saliva Xareni left on Curtis' face.

Curtis could hear the despondency in her voice, so he carried Xareni with one hand and freed his other hand to hug

her. “They're still young. When they grow older, they'll only be calling out for you every day.”

“How do you know that?” Rayna lifted her head, bewildered by his unfounded claim.

“From online clips. A few days ago, I saw Robin scrolling through his phone and caught a glimpse of it.” He arched a

brow at his wife with all the pride in the world.

Rayna was very much surprised that he would watch online clips. Nonetheless, she did not plan on pouring cold

water on him since he was so obviously proud of it. “Many of those are staged, so you can't take them seriously. But

the phenomenon you mentioned earlier is currently common around the world.”

They were chatting up a storm when the housekeeper stopped outside the study. “Mr. Faymon, Mrs. Faymon,

breakfast is ready.”

“Let's have breakfast first,” Rayna said to Curtis. Then, she squeezed Xareni's chubby fist. “Just hand her to the

nanny.”

“It's okay. I can carry her,” he replied in a low voice.

Puzzlement flooded Rayna, and she kindly cautioned, “You can't eat breakfast while carrying her.”

Despite hearing that, Curtis seemed unperturbed. He walked out of the study with one hand carrying his daughter

and the other holding his wife's hand.

In the living room, Yosef and Yelena were in their nanny's arms. The instant they spotted Rayna and Curtis

approaching, both stretched out their chubby hands, asking to be carried.

Glancing at the man beside her, Rayna commented softly, “They all want you to carry them.”

Her words were tinged with jealousy.

“Mrs. Faymon, Ms. Yelena seems to be reaching out to you,” the nanny interjected, keenly catching sight of Yelena's

gaze moving in concert with Rayna.

As soon as Rayna heard that, a beam of joy appeared on her face. “Okay, I'll carry you.” While speaking, she took

Yelena from the nanny.

Chandler put the document away, a glint of a threat flashing across his brown eyes. “No one will know about this

matter as long as we both keep silent.”