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.

turned to regard her, mystified.

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

wheelchair he occupied. “It’s not convenient for me to

Rayna nodded instinctively.

cheek. “What’s gotten into you, Rayna?” she muttered severely. “Why did

the promise,

cleaning up in the kitchen and stepped, for the first time, into his bedroom. It was

push of a button, and sunlight

spend the day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as she gazed at the scenery

that.” Curtis nodded, his eyes

to help Curtis to the washbasin when he shook his

to stand up with no small effort. He slowly lifted one leg onto

a quarter of an hour, and his

twinged. Clenching her fists, she vowed to herself to bring him abroad once business in Faymon

a hospital capable of

She even occasionally asked Curtis if her

Uncle Curtis. Bend

beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle Curtis,” she said huffily, “or soap will

kept his tender gaze fixed on

words. She said no more,

resist Curtis. Even a simple compliment from him would cause her heart to thump wildly

produced a clean towel to dry his hair, unaware that her clothes

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

you—” Caught unawares, Rayna

her waist and eased her head

of his virtual assistant announced, “You have a visitor,

lips were just inches away from his when the announcement interrupted them. Flustered,

I almost made a

thumping. She smacked her cheeks to regain her composure before opening the

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

“I—”

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