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

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

not convenient for me to do so. Help

Rayna nodded instinctively.

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

already made the promise, she was

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

a push of a button, and sunlight flooded the room. It was

lovely day it is! Let’s spend the day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as she gazed

like that.” Curtis nodded,

to help Curtis to the washbasin when he shook

up with no

a quarter of an hour,

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

a hospital capable

in the task of washing his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis

moving, Uncle Curtis. Bend down a

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

kept his tender gaze fixed on her.

She said no more,

from him would cause her heart to thump wildly against

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

flickered toward her several times. Suddenly, he pulled her

you—” Caught unawares, Rayna

around her waist

female voice of his virtual

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

I almost made a

heart was still thumping. She smacked her cheeks

again, vixen!” Kristie exclaimed angrily when she saw Rayna on the

“I—”

to explain herself when Kristie’s gaze swept across her body, and upon seeing her wet clothes