His Precious Love

Chapter 347 Hard To Please Others

Curtis’ gaze darkened. He remained silent and unmoving.

Cillian glanced at Curtis and mustered up the courage to continue, “Mr. Faymon, I don’t know why you and Ms. Garland broke up, but my mother-in-law still worries about you. Look, she even made you such a delicious meal. Besides, even if the two of you broke up, it’s not to the extent of becoming enemies, right?

“Why are you and Gabriel so similar? He’s been so talkative lately too!” Curtis glared at Cillian. His expression was still grim, but he opened the door to let Cillian in.

Cillian quickly brought the lunch boxes in.

“Woof!” A small but mighty-looking black German Shephard ran out from the living room. It barked at Cillian and gave him a scare.

“F*ck!” Cillian cursed. He looked toward Curtis with a ridiculous expression on his face. “M-Mr. Faymon, is this your German Shephard? I thought you hated—”

He remembered that Curtis hated long-haired animals.

Curtis interrupted his sentence, “No. Gabriel left it here and asked me to take care of it.”

“Huh? Gabriel…”

Cillian wanted to ask, “Isn’t Gabriel at home? Why is he asking you to take care of his dog?” However, he swallowed those questions and kept silent as he met Curtis’ cold gaze.

He brought the lunch boxes to the table and opened them thoughtfully. In an instant, the delicious aroma of pasta and mushroom soup wafted through the air.

Curtis’ expression darkened as he made his way over.

He pulled the chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down. He noticed another lunch box sitting at a side that was still closed and went to open it. “You could’ve just brought something simple over. Why did she make so much food?”

“My mother-in-law didn’t prepare that.” Cillian scratched his head, still confused about that woman and Curtis’ relationship. He said, “A woman gave it to me and made me bring it to you.”

“A woman?”

“That’s right. She’s very beautiful too.” Cillian recalled. “She has a nice figure and flawless skin, which makes her look like she’s in her twenties. She has a gentle voice and looks like someone from Jetroina.”

he forcefully closed the lunch box. His tone was ice cold

Mr. Faymon,” Cillian answered curtly. Despite the curiosity flooding through him, he did not dare to ask Curtis about it as he proceeded

Curtis asked, “What’s this?”

moment before he said, “When we were eating, Ms. Garland called me and asked me to

Curtis yelled with a gloomy expression on his face. He thought of

my gifts. Why do I have to receive her

did not expect Curtis to reject it so quickly. He muttered, “Mr. Faymon, you could take a peek. Ms. Garland gave this to

“I

“My. Faymon…”

should talk less.” Curtis glanced toward him. His cold gaze made Cillian

he hummed a reply and slumped his shoulders

him out of Linda’s house if he

hard to

opened the door and was about to leave,

the table. He was confused about whether the latter had called him and probed cautiously,

and paused for a moment before he calmly said, “Bring the

he returned to his senses and happily walked over. He placed the camera on

might change his mind and not want the camera

bit of liveliness that was in the house

was thick and fragrant, and it tasted like

to cook from Linda, so the dishes they cooked were similar. The only difference was that Linda preferred

recipes every day for him such as bacon and

not like and purposely forced him

a hint of a smile appeared on Curtis’ lips. However, it disappeared quickly

broken up, so it would only make him feel uncomfortable to

attracted by the delicious smell of the food and ran over before running around in circles at

in hopes of scaring

and placed its paws on his knees as it looked at

Curtis was rendered speechless.