Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 156 Not The Flesh

Rayna felt something was amiss as soon as the words left her lips, so she instinctively turned around.

The man in a wheelchair quickly came into her line of sight. While holding a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand, he regarded her curiously with his brows quirked.

“T-The door…” She attempted to talk her way out of the situation by pointing out that the door was not locked, but her plan was foiled, for the access card was right in her hand. “All right, I unlocked the door myself.”

Curtis chuckled, unfazed by the situation. “Didn’t you say you hired housekeepers for me?” he asked.

“The housekeepers weren’t adequately trained during their time in their company, so I was afraid they wouldn’t be able to take good care of you, Mr. Faymon.” She then brought over the ingredients and the two stalks of roses.

“Oh right, here’s your one million— Blah. I mean, your roses, Mr. Faymon,” said Rayna, correcting herself immediately. “The place we’re staying at is too small, so Jessie asked me to return two of the roses to you.”

“They’re just roses. There’s no need to return them to me.”

Curtis’ nonchalant attitude infuriated Rayna.

These aren’t ordinary roses! They’re money!

Yet, she was not gutsy enough to utter those thoughts aloud nor tell him that the roses were a waste of money. After all, the man was worth hundreds of billion. Thus, Rayna sped toward the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but not before telling the man, “Mr. Faymon, you shouldn’t drink coffee on an empty stomach. I’ll be making stew for you as breakfast.”

Curtis said nothing in response as his gaze landed on the cup of coffee in his hand, and for the first time in forever, he did just as he was told and set the cup down.

Soon, the metallic smell of blood wafted up his nose. The curious man wheeled himself toward the kitchen to investigate the unpleasant scent.

He could not quite control his expression when he noticed Rayna was dealing with some animal innards.

“What’s that?”

“Pork bung!” the woman responded without turning back, thus missing the change in his expression. “I got it from the market just now, so it’s super fresh. I’ll make it into a stew for you.”

Curtis took a deep breath. “Didn’t I tell you I don’t eat pork?”

“But it’s pork bung, not pig’s flesh,” Rayna retorted. She then brought it to the front of his face. “Does it look like flesh to you?”

the man, his tone laced with disdain. He

she was utterly

lost my mind? Why did I move here to take care of him? He’s way too f*cking picky for his

her back and bellowed at him, “It’s up to you whether you

gazed up at her, his obsidian eyes boring into hers. At that moment, her

He’s not angry, is

the bullet and utter an apology, he spun

patted her chest and let out

ingredients from the market. The

Upon noticing the water was boiling, she placed the marinated pork innards into the pot, along with some fresh vegetables. She then stirred it and allowed it to cook on the

garnished the stew. Its mouth-watering aroma

to the dining table. Seeing that Curtis was in midst of

arrived, he fixed his gaze on the bowl of stew that Rayna had

everyday meals were comprised of exquisite dishes. None of his housekeepers

lied about them being beef patties. That time around,

Curtis held

at her, noticing she had no qualms about savoring and enjoying the dish, let alone eating it, and at long

with the marinated pork innards, its distinct taste instantly permeated his mouth, spreading to every single one of his tastebuds. The delicious stew warmed up

a brow and

had never tried something quite like that before, and it was much more delicious than he expected it to be. Moreover, Rayna was a skilled

her face when

to garner

curiosity piqued, Curtis queried, “What

Dig in, Mr. Faymon. It won’t

and took a closer look at it.

she was hesitant to speak earlier, he instantly connected the dots and felt

practiced making the dish at home for a long time and accidentally scalded

move caught Rayna off guard, and the heat of his palm sent a blush to her face. Fortunately,

to pick up this call, Mr. Faymon.” She pulled her hand away and swiftly got out of her

a call from

wanted to discuss the sale of some businesses under Faymon Group and also the branch offices. As such,