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?”

said the man, his tone laced with disdain.

point, she was utterly

my mind? Why did I move here to take care of him? He’s way too f*cking picky for his age! Does he have fancy delicacies every day? Why isn’t he sick of

and bellowed at him, “It’s up to you whether you want to eat

her, his obsidian eyes boring into hers.

no! He’s not angry,

utter an apology, he spun his

her chest and

needed most at the moment was nutrition, so she made sure to get fresh ingredients from the market. The night before, she even

put them in the fridge once she was done. Upon noticing the water was boiling, she placed the marinated pork innards into the pot,

and garnished the stew. Its mouth-watering aroma permeated the room at

the pot over to the dining table. Seeing that Curtis was in midst of reading the papers, she

he finally arrived, he fixed his

basis, but his everyday meals were comprised of exquisite dishes. None of his housekeepers dared to

made pork patties and lied about them being beef patties. That time

Curtis held

noticing she had no qualms about savoring and enjoying the dish, let alone

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

brow and commented, “Not

something quite like that before, and it was much more delicious than he expected it to be. Moreover, Rayna was

grin spread across her face when she heard his praises. “Of

her sentence, she came to an abrupt halt. Wait, why am I telling him this? What if he thinks I’m trying to garner sympathy? At that thought, she did not utter another word and hung her head as she ate

curiosity piqued, Curtis queried, “What did

Dig in, Mr. Faymon. It won’t taste

notice the tiny blisters on her middle finger. He grabbed her hand and took a closer look at it. The blisters were swollen, and they appeared

was hesitant to speak earlier, he instantly connected

want to make sure I’d enjoy a good bowl of stew, so she practiced making the dish at home for a long time and accidentally scalded herself in

blush to her face. Fortunately, the phone rang just in time, rescuing

Faymon.” She pulled her hand away and swiftly got out of

was a call

Faymon Group and also the branch