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.”

lunch box. His tone was ice cold as

through him, he did not dare to ask Curtis about it as he proceeded to hand

Curtis asked, “What’s this?”

Cillian thought of Roxanne’s advice and contemplated for a moment before he said,

gloomy expression on his face. He thought

returned all my gifts. Why do I have to receive

to reject it so quickly. He muttered, “Mr. Faymon, you could

curtly, “I don’t want

“My. Faymon…”

Curtis glanced toward him. His cold gaze made Cillian

useless to push Curtis further, he hummed a reply and slumped his

house if he brought back the camera and

so hard to please

the door and was about to leave, Curtis

table. He was confused about whether the latter had called

fork and paused for a moment

returned to his senses and happily walked over. He placed the camera on the table and said, “Mr. Faymon, take a

not

was in the house was gone. It became cold and

it tasted like home. He could not help but

the dishes they cooked were similar. The only difference was that Linda preferred to cook soups whereas Rayna liked

first moved in, she would come up with different pasta recipes every

adamant about making foods he did not like and purposely forced

smile appeared on Curtis’ lips. However, it disappeared quickly and his expression turned grim

him feel

and ran over before running around in circles at

in hopes of scaring it. “Eat

happily. It even jumped and placed its paws on

Curtis was rendered speechless.