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 was utterly

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

courage, she straightened her back and bellowed 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.

at her, his obsidian eyes boring into hers. At

He’s not angry,

and utter an apology, he spun his wheelchair around and

Rayna patted her chest and

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

was boiling, she placed the marinated pork innards into the pot, along with some fresh vegetables. She then stirred it

garnished the stew. Its mouth-watering

the pot over to the dining table. Seeing that Curtis was in

arrived, he fixed his gaze on the bowl of

delicacies on a daily basis, but his everyday meals were comprised of exquisite dishes. None of his housekeepers dared

being beef patties. That time

Curtis held

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

innards, its distinct taste instantly permeated his mouth, spreading

a brow

more delicious than he expected it to be. Moreover, Rayna was a skilled

face when she heard

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 the rest of

curiosity piqued, Curtis queried, “What did

won’t taste

her middle finger. He grabbed her hand and took a closer look at it.

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

she 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

off guard, and the heat of his palm sent a blush to

Mr. Faymon.” She pulled her hand

was a call

discuss the sale of some businesses under Faymon Group and also the branch offices. As such, they hoped Rayna would

glanced in the

stay in the mansion all by himself. Moreover, all the ingredients in the fridge would go bad if they did