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

take care of him? He’s way too f*cking picky for his age! Does he have

at him, “It’s up to you whether you want to eat it

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

no! He’s not angry, is

to bite the bullet and utter an

patted her chest and let out a

moment was nutrition, so she made sure to get fresh ingredients from the market. The night

the water was boiling, she placed the marinated pork

off the gas and garnished

the pot over to the dining table. Seeing that Curtis was in midst of reading the papers, she called out to him, “It’s time for breakfast, Mr.

he finally arrived, he fixed his gaze on the bowl of stew that Rayna had served

were comprised of exquisite dishes. None of his housekeepers dared to go against his wishes. Rayna was the only one who would make him have food that he disliked time and

about them being beef patties. That time around, she

Curtis

to look at her, noticing she had no qualms about savoring and

was tasteless at first bite, but when he savored it along with the marinated pork innards, its distinct taste instantly permeated his mouth, spreading to every single one of his

raised a brow and

something quite like that before, and it was much more delicious than he expected

spread across her face when she heard his

if he thinks I’m trying to garner

Curtis queried,

Faymon. It won’t taste as good when

notice the tiny blisters on her middle finger. He grabbed her hand and took

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

enjoy a good bowl of stew, so she practiced

blush to her face. Fortunately, the phone rang just

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

a

some businesses under Faymon Group and also the branch offices. As such, they hoped Rayna would put what

glanced in

in the mansion all by