His Precious Love

Read His Precious Love 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.

Furthermore, he was a little allergic to peanuts and did not like peanut butter.

be made with manually-grounded beans, and it also had to be freshly brewed. When he was going through

so…” The corner of Rayna’s lips twitched as she looked at her list of reminders. “Don’t you think you’re

insanely picky man like him is a hundred and eighty-eight centimeters tall and isn’t

don’t like,” Curtis said as he worked away on the laptop he had placed on the coffee table. “It’s normal and has nothing to do with being

gritted her teeth. She hated accommodating others

groceries back had been tiring, and it would be so wasteful to throw the

“Mom, what do I do if someone is picky with their food and refuses to eat

sister picky

scoffed. “No. Rayna’s

was a chef in the past, and she soon

he can tell

meat will be tender, and he won’t be able to

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 into meatballs

Rayna put on her apron and began her

was done with the pork and the fish. Subsequently, she made

sure it didn’t taste like pork before

Faymon, lunch

dining room to take a seat. When he saw

seems like she’s good at

when he saw the patties, he frowned and said, “Didn’t I

spaghetti on his plate before taking a seat at the side. She then lied without batting an eyelash, “I’ve already ‘dealt’

the sight of Curtis’ reluctance and dubious gaze, Rayna swore, “Mr. Faymon, it definitely isn’t pork. If you taste

a glimpse and finally took a piece of the

and fragrant and didn’t taste like

make beef taste like this. You’re indeed good at cooking,” Curtis remarked as he stared at the patty. If she was unskilled,

let out a sigh of relief inwardly, thinking about how she had made the right decision to call her

soup, and the dishes had bits of pork and fish in them. When Rayna

you’re picky? There are always ways for me to deal with

a dishwasher in the kitchen, so Rayna didn’t have to do the dishes manually. She only needed to toss the plates and utensils into the

work to the study. Occasionally, he would hold video calls to deal with matters regarding his company overseas. Rayna would then quietly sort the documents beside him