His Precious Love

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?”

“Ms. Garland, this is still a part of a pig,” said the man, his tone laced with disdain. He then moved backward, putting some distance between himself and the pork bung.

that point, she was

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

a surge of courage, she straightened her back and bellowed at him, “It’s up to you whether you want to eat it or not.

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

He’s not

bite the bullet and utter an apology, he spun his wheelchair around

patted her chest and let out

the moment was nutrition, so she made sure to get fresh ingredients from the

the rest of the ingredients she purchased and put them in the fridge once she was done. Upon noticing the water was boiling, she placed the marinated pork innards

the gas and garnished the stew. Its mouth-watering aroma

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

finally arrived, he fixed his gaze on the

None of his housekeepers dared to go against his wishes. Rayna was the only one who

them being beef patties. That time around, she straight-up served

so, Curtis

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

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

a brow and commented, “Not

was much more delicious than

grin spread across her face when she

trying to garner sympathy? At that thought, she did not utter another word and hung her head as she

Curtis queried, “What

nothing. Dig in, Mr. Faymon. It won’t taste as good when it gets

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

was hesitant to speak earlier, he instantly connected the

a good bowl of stew, so she practiced making the dish

his palm sent a blush to her face. Fortunately, the phone rang just in time, rescuing her from the awkward

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

a call from

businesses under Faymon Group and also the branch offices. As such, they hoped Rayna would put what she was doing on hold

she glanced in the direction of the

to stay in the mansion all by himself. Moreover, all the ingredients