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. “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.

Rayna nodded instinctively.

later, she turned around and gave 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

already made the promise, she was forced to follow

for the first time, into his bedroom. It was lavishly decorated, with a faint but refreshing hint of sandalwood in

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

the day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she

nodded, his eyes

to help Curtis to the washbasin when he

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

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

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

hospital capable of curing his

She even occasionally asked Curtis if her technique was to his

Uncle Curtis. Bend down

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

fixed on her. “You look

resist those words. She said no more, though her

compliment from him would

clean towel to dry his hair, unaware that her

flickered toward her several times. Suddenly, he pulled

you—” Caught unawares, Rayna

tightly around her waist and

the brisk female voice of his virtual

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

I almost made

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

the other side of the door. “What are

“I—”

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