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.

to regard her, mystified. “What was that

while pretending to examine him. “Your hair appears oily, Uncle Curtis. It’s time for a wash,” she said with

not convenient for me to do so.

Rayna nodded instinctively.

“What’s gotten into you, Rayna?” she

promise, she

kitchen and stepped, for the first time, into his bedroom. It was lavishly decorated,

curtains in the bathroom with a push of a button, and sunlight flooded the room.

Let’s spend the day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as

like that.” Curtis nodded,

was about to help Curtis to the washbasin when he

watched as Curtis braced himself against the wheelchair to stand up with no small effort. He slowly lifted one leg onto the recliner with both hands before

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

Clenching her fists, she vowed to herself to bring him

must be a hospital capable of

proved herself adept in the task of washing his hair. She

Bend down a

and her heart skipped a beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle Curtis,” she said huffily,

fixed on her.

resist those words. She said no more, though her ears

Even a simple compliment from him

a clean towel to dry his hair, unaware that her clothes had been soaked. They

her several times. Suddenly, he

are you—” Caught unawares, Rayna fell onto

his arms tightly around her waist

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

the announcement interrupted them. Flustered, she clamored off him and cried, “I’ll go see who

almost made a

Rayna’s heart was still thumping. She smacked her cheeks to regain her composure

exclaimed angrily when she saw Rayna on the other side of the door. “What

“I—”

body, and upon seeing her wet clothes stuck to her skin, the latter started like she had seen a ghost. “What were