His Precious Love

Chapter 164 What Did You Call Her

Curtis watched Rayna, who was preparing breakfast, from the door. His gaze did not so much as waver, and it made Rayna uncomfortable when she turned around several times and caught him.

She was at a loss for words. “Could you read the newspaper or something, Uncle Curtis?”

I can’t even cook a meal in peace with him staring at me like that. I wonder if a donkey kicked him in the head once. He’s so weird.

At those words, Curtis turned to leave to sit on the couch, and Rayna finally felt the atmosphere clearing up.

He returned after some time spent perusing the newspaper. “I’ve read the newspaper,” he declared solemnly. “It isn’t as interesting as my wife.”

Rayna flushed crimson again.

The amount of cheek this man has! Ah, but it feels pretty good to hear.

Breakfast that day consisted of pumpkin oatmeal and scones.

Rayna was about to ask Curtis if he wanted any butter when Curtis bit down on a particularly plump scone, causing jam to squirt in every direction, to his shock.

As she had never seen Curtis flustered, Rayna burst into laughter at his expression despite the dollops of jam upon her.

After laughing herself silly, she regained her composure to teach him the proper way to enjoy a scone.

“Here’s some butter for flavor.” Rayna deftly made a small incision in the scone with her knife and filled it with a smidge of butter. “See? This will prevent the jam from getting everywhere.”

“I see.” Humbled by the experience, Curtis took a bite of the scone she prepared for him and proclaimed, “Delicious! Your culinary skills are getting better by the day, Sweetheart.”

Rayna glared at him. “Were my culinary skills not good before?”

“You cooked well before, too,” he answered hastily, aware that his words had displeased her.

After several moments of silence, Rayna turned her gaze to his face. With her chin resting in her hand, she admired how Curtis’ long eyelashes flattered his side profile.

Seized by a sudden impulse, she reached out to pinch them.

her, mystified.

“Your hair

indicated the wheelchair he occupied. “It’s not convenient for me to do so. Help

Rayna nodded instinctively.

herself a smack on the cheek. “What’s gotten into you, Rayna?” she muttered severely. “Why did you agree to it? There must be something wrong with your

promise, she was forced to

after cleaning up in the kitchen and stepped, for the first time, into his bedroom. It was lavishly decorated, with a

of a

outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as she

Curtis nodded, his eyes

the washbasin when he shook his head. “I

back several paces and watched as Curtis braced himself against the wheelchair to stand up with no small

it took him a quarter of an hour, and his brows became soaked with

she vowed to herself to bring him abroad

hospital

of washing his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis if her technique was to his

Bend down a little.

beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle Curtis,”

fixed on her.

She said

could never resist Curtis. Even a simple compliment from him would cause

to dry his hair, unaware that her clothes had been soaked. They stuck to her body and revealed

flickered toward her several times. Suddenly, he pulled her into his

unawares, Rayna fell

around her waist and eased her

brisk female voice of his virtual assistant announced, “You have a

them. Flustered, she clamored off

I almost

Rayna’s heart was still thumping. She smacked

again, vixen!” Kristie exclaimed angrily when she saw Rayna on the other side of the door. “What are you doing

“I—”

across her body, and upon seeing her wet clothes stuck to her skin, the latter