Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 38 Not Spoiling The Picky Eaters

“What’s going on?”

“Good morning, Mr. Faymon,” Rayna shyly greeted the man. “I heard that you needed someone to take care of you, so I came uninvited. I hope you don’t mind.”

Despite forcibly maintaining the bright smile on her face, Rayna’s thoughts were running wild deep down. Did you really think I wanted to come? It’s because I owed you too many favors and I wanted to clear them off as quickly as I can. How terrible it’ll be to work for Faymon Group for the rest of my life!

Curtis then turned to look at Gabriel. With a smile that did not reach his eyes, he said, “Hm? Did I need someone to take care of me?”

A chill ran down Gabriel’s spine as his employer stared at him. Nevertheless, as he pushed his glasses higher up his nose bridge, he said without any changes to his expression, “Yes, Mr. Faymon. The part-time lady has said that something has cropped up at home, so she won’t be able to come for the next few days. I have many things to deal with, so I’m afraid that I might miss out on some of the tasks you’ll assign to me. Moreover, Ms. Garland is a good cook, and she’s an efficient young woman. That’s why I’ve brought her here.”

Rayna quickly nodded in agreement. “I don’t know how to make sweet soup, but I’m good at cooking. Don’t worry, Mr. Faymon. I’ll take good care of you until you recover.”

Curtis was no fool, so he knew that Rayna was there to return the favor.

Still, he said nothing about it. After all, the only person he trusted in the country was Gabriel, and Gabriel was a busy man. Indeed, he needed someone to help him with the documents.

“I understand. Carry on with your work, then,” Curtis said to Gabriel. “Ms. Garland will be here to help me out these few days. If there isn’t as much work, do clean up the secretarial department. It’s too dirty there.”

“I’ll deal with it,” Gabriel replied, understanding what Curtis meant.

Before Gabriel left, he said to Rayna, “Ms. Garland, I’ll leave Mr. Faymon’s daily tasks to you.”

Rayna hummed in response but was confused deep down.

This is such a huge mansion, and there are robot vacuums around. There’s no need for me to clean this place up at all. I’m only in charge of cooking, right? What else should I do?

Nevertheless, Rayna’s thoughts were soon proven to be wrong, for the cooking part was challenging.

Before going to the mansion, she and Gabriel had gone to the supermarket for a grocery trip. They had bought meat that was good for wound healing, but Curtis was exceptionally picky. He did not eat fish, he did not eat pork, and he did not eat cauliflower.

to peanuts and did not

also had to be freshly brewed. When he was going through his documents, he needed to have a

Faymon, you’re so…” The corner of Rayna’s lips twitched as she looked at her

man like him is a hundred and eighty-eight centimeters tall and isn’t as skinny as a

don’t like,” Curtis said as he worked away on the laptop he had placed on the coffee table. “It’s

was speechless as she gritted her teeth. She

back had been tiring, and it would be so wasteful to throw the food she bought just because he was picky. After

moment of contemplation, she darted into the kitchen and called her mother. “Mom, what do

picky with her food

Rayna’s much

pork and marinate it before making meatballs. You know how to do it, right?” Linda was a chef in the past, and she soon came up with an idea. “If you have eggplants, you

if he can tell it’s

be tender, and

her mother had told her about. Then, she noted down the steps for marinating meat before asking Linda how she should cook the fish. As it turned out, she should make them

her apron and began her work in the

the fish. Subsequently, she made a beef

and made sure it didn’t taste

Faymon, lunch

When he saw the scrumptious dishes

seems like she’s good at

he saw the patties, he frowned and said, “Didn’t I tell you I don’t eat

beef.” Rayna put some spaghetti on his plate before taking a seat at the side. She then lied without batting an eyelash, “I’ve already ‘dealt’ with the pork. You

Faymon, it definitely isn’t pork. If you taste pork

finally took a piece of

was soft and fragrant and

to make beef taste like this. You’re indeed good at cooking,” Curtis remarked as he stared at the patty. If she was unskilled, the beef would not have tasted as

out a sigh of relief inwardly, thinking about how she had made the right

fish in them.

always ways