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,

him. “Your hair appears oily,

convenient for me to

Rayna nodded instinctively.

“What’s gotten into you, Rayna?” she

promise, she

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

in the bathroom with a push of a button, and sunlight flooded the room. It was blinding yet

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

Curtis nodded, his eyes twinkling

up her sleeves, she was about to help Curtis to the washbasin when he shook his head. “I

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

act, it took him a quarter of an

vowed to herself to bring him abroad

a hospital capable of curing

washing his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis if her technique was

moving, Uncle Curtis. Bend down a little.

beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle

gaze fixed on her. “You look

resist those words. She said

never resist Curtis. Even a simple compliment from him

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

her several times. Suddenly, he pulled

are you—” Caught unawares, Rayna fell

around her waist

the brisk female voice of his virtual assistant announced,

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

I almost made a

thumping. She smacked her cheeks to regain her composure

vixen!” Kristie exclaimed angrily when she saw Rayna on the other side of

“I—”

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