Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 164 What Did You Call Her

Curtis watched Rayna, who was preparing breakfast, from the door. His gaze did not so much as waver, and it made Rayna uncomfortable when she turned around several times and caught him.

She was at a loss for words. “Could you read the newspaper or something, Uncle Curtis?”

I can’t even cook a meal in peace with him staring at me like that. I wonder if a donkey kicked him in the head once. He’s so weird.

At those words, Curtis turned to leave to sit on the couch, and Rayna finally felt the atmosphere clearing up.

He returned after some time spent perusing the newspaper. “I’ve read the newspaper,” he declared solemnly. “It isn’t as interesting as my wife.”

Rayna flushed crimson again.

The amount of cheek this man has! Ah, but it feels pretty good to hear.

Breakfast that day consisted of pumpkin oatmeal and scones.

Rayna was about to ask Curtis if he wanted any butter when Curtis bit down on a particularly plump scone, causing jam to squirt in every direction, to his shock.

As she had never seen Curtis flustered, Rayna burst into laughter at his expression despite the dollops of jam upon her.

After laughing herself silly, she regained her composure to teach him the proper way to enjoy a scone.

“Here’s some butter for flavor.” Rayna deftly made a small incision in the scone with her knife and filled it with a smidge of butter. “See? This will prevent the jam from getting everywhere.”

“I see.” Humbled by the experience, Curtis took a bite of the scone she prepared for him and proclaimed, “Delicious! Your culinary skills are getting better by the day, Sweetheart.”

Rayna glared at him. “Were my culinary skills not good before?”

“You cooked well before, too,” he answered hastily, aware that his words had displeased her.

After several moments of silence, Rayna turned her gaze to his face. With her chin resting in her hand, she admired how Curtis’ long eyelashes flattered his side profile.

Seized by a sudden impulse, she reached out to pinch them.

her,

she quickly retracted her hand while pretending to examine him. “Your hair appears oily, Uncle Curtis. It’s time for a wash,” she said with a

“It’s not convenient for me to do

Rayna nodded instinctively.

a smack on the cheek. “What’s gotten into you, Rayna?”

made the promise, she was

first time, into his bedroom. It was lavishly decorated, with a faint but refreshing hint

a push of a button, and sunlight flooded the room. It was blinding

Uncle Curtis,”

that.” Curtis nodded, his eyes

she was about to help Curtis to the washbasin when he shook his head.

back several paces and watched as Curtis braced himself against the wheelchair to stand up with no small

quarter of

vowed to herself to bring him abroad once business in Faymon

must be a hospital capable

in the task of washing his hair. She even occasionally asked

Curtis. Bend

beat. “Close your eyes,

his tender gaze fixed on

words. She said no more, though her ears

never resist Curtis. Even a simple compliment from him would cause her heart to thump wildly against her

dry his hair, unaware that her

several times. Suddenly, he pulled her

you—” Caught unawares, Rayna fell

his arms tightly around her waist and eased her head onto his

virtual

them. Flustered, she clamored off him and cried, “I’ll go

almost made

thumping. She smacked her cheeks to regain

the other