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.

regard her, mystified.

while pretending to examine him. “Your hair appears oily, Uncle

wheelchair he occupied. “It’s not convenient for

Rayna nodded instinctively.

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

made the promise, she was forced to

kitchen and stepped, for the first time, into his

of a button, and sunlight flooded the

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

like that.” Curtis nodded, his eyes twinkling

Curtis to the

wheelchair to stand up with no small effort. He slowly lifted one leg onto the recliner with both hands before the

took him a quarter of

vowed to herself to bring

be a hospital capable of curing his

adept in the task of washing his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis if her technique was to his

Bend down

meet Curtis’ eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. “Close

fixed on her. “You look

could not resist those words. She said no more, though her ears

simple compliment from him would

that her clothes had been soaked. They stuck to her body and revealed

toward her several times.

Caught unawares, Rayna fell

waist and

of his virtual assistant announced,

just inches away from his when the announcement interrupted them. Flustered, she clamored

I almost made

she arrived downstairs, Rayna’s heart was still thumping. She smacked her cheeks to regain

saw Rayna on the other side of the door. “What are

“I—”

across her body, and upon seeing her wet clothes stuck to her