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.

she

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?

at him, “It’s up to you whether you want to eat it or not. If you don’t want to, then I’ll order takeout. In that way, I won’t have to

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

no! He’s not angry,

and utter an apology, he spun his wheelchair around

and let out a sigh of

sure to get fresh ingredients from the market. The night before,

boiling, she placed the marinated pork innards into the pot, along with some fresh

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

that Curtis was in midst of reading the papers,

the kitchen. When he finally arrived, he fixed his gaze on the

his housekeepers

lied about them being beef patties. That time around, she

so, Curtis

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

distinct taste instantly permeated his mouth, spreading to every single one of his tastebuds. The delicious stew warmed up his stomach

raised a brow and commented, “Not

before, and it was much more

smug grin spread across her face when she heard his

abrupt halt. Wait, why am I telling him this? What if he thinks I’m trying to

curiosity piqued, Curtis queried, “What

Faymon. It won’t taste as

hand and took

she was hesitant to speak earlier, he instantly connected the dots and felt his heart clench at

sure I’d enjoy a good bowl of stew, so she practiced making the dish at home for a long time

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

call, Mr. Faymon.” She pulled her hand

was a call from

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

she glanced in

mansion all by himself. Moreover, all