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.

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

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

Rayna nodded instinctively.

into you, Rayna?” she muttered severely. “Why did you agree to it? There must be something wrong with your

promise, she was forced to

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

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

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

like that.” Curtis nodded, his

sleeves, she was about to help Curtis to the washbasin when

with no small effort. He slowly lifted one leg onto

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

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

be a hospital

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

Uncle Curtis. Bend

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

tender gaze fixed on her.

said no more, though her

compliment from him would cause her heart to thump wildly against

she was done, Rayna produced a clean towel to dry his hair, unaware that her clothes had been soaked. They stuck to her

times. Suddenly, he pulled her into his

are you—” Caught unawares,

her waist and eased her head onto

his virtual

away from his when the announcement interrupted them. Flustered, she clamored off him and cried, “I’ll go see

I almost made a

She smacked her cheeks to regain her composure before opening

again, vixen!” Kristie exclaimed angrily when she saw Rayna on the other side of the door. “What are you

“I—”

and upon seeing her wet clothes stuck to her skin, the latter started like she had seen