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.”

expression turned grim, and he forcefully closed the lunch box. His tone was ice cold as he remarked, “Take this

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

Curtis asked, “What’s this?”

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

expression on his face.

my gifts. Why do I have to receive

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

answered curtly, “I don’t want

“My. Faymon…”

less.” Curtis glanced toward him. His cold

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

him out of Linda’s house if he brought

It’s so hard to

opened the door and was about to leave,

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

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

he returned to his senses and happily walked over. He placed the camera on the table and said, “Mr. Faymon, take a look at it after you

and not

that was in the house was gone.

soup. The soup was thick and fragrant, and it tasted like

so the dishes they cooked were similar. The only

moved in, she would come up with different pasta recipes every day for him such as bacon and

was adamant about making foods he did not like and purposely forced him to finish

on Curtis’ lips. However, it

would only make him feel uncomfortable to think of the moments they

running around in circles at Curtis’ feet. Curtis shifted his leg aside but

hopes of scaring

him and its tail wagged around happily. It even jumped and placed its paws on his knees as it looked at him with

Curtis was rendered speechless.