His Precious Love

“It’ll take at least forty minutes for the groceries to be delivered. Are there flour and unsalted butter in the kitchen?” Rayna asked Larissa as she headed toward the kitchen, ignoring Curtis altogether.

“Yes. They’re all in the upper cabinet.” Larissa followed her into the kitchen and helped her retrieve the said items. Then, she added, “There’s also an oven and some molds for cookies. Do you need them as well, Ms. Garland?”

“Yes. Please take them out for me.”

“Sure.”

Kristie didn’t go into the kitchen but eyed Curtis beside her and inquired in curiosity, “What did you say was the purpose of your visit just now? You’re here for your laptop, right?”

Without waiting for Curtis to answer, she started rummaging everywhere in the living room.

In the end, she found the laptop beside the television. With all the excitement in the world, she brought it over to him. “Found it! Hurry up and leave, Curt, lest your work gets held up.”

Curtis was rendered speechless for a moment.

He massaged his temples. “I worry about you since there’s an outsider at home. I’ll leave later.”

“What outsider?” Kristie was lost at first before she followed his gaze to the kitchen and caught sight of Rayna. Immediately, chagrin swamped her. “Rayna isn’t an outsider! Don’t treat her like your enemy simply because you’ve broken up with her. She’s stunningly beautiful, and many men are interested in her even if you aren’t.”

Curtis’ eyes darkened a shade. “You’re now siding with outsiders, Kristie?”

“I was just speaking the truth.” Kristie curled her ruby lips. In the next instant, something seemingly occurred to her. She leaned close to the man and queried in a whisper, “Are you so adamant about staying because you want to eat Rayna’s cooking, Curt?”

“No.”

In response, Kristie harrumphed. “I think that’s the reason all right. It’s obvious that you want to stick around for a free meal, Curt.”

Pressing his hand against her head, Curtis forcibly turned her around in the direction of her room. “Go back to your bedroom and change out of your pajamas. If you continue talking back to me, I’ll dismiss Mdm. Lovett and leave you to fend for yourself.”

“How petty!” Kristie muttered. Slapping his hand away, she begrudgingly returned to her bedroom.

before striding to the bar area. He snagged

ponytail that hung down her back, giving

his ebony eyes fixated on her, watching as she moved about

does she have that I can’t forget her? And why is

threw his head back and downed the entire glass of soda.

helping Rayna when her phone

to the side to answer the

minutes later, she hurried out to look for Curtis and implored frantically, “Mr. Faymon, my granddaughter is running a high fever. My son and daughter-in-law are on a

half-day leave. Just come over

to do here anyway, Mr. Faymon, you can go in and lend Ms. Garland a hand. It’s too much work for

after she had left, Curtis remained leaning against the

at the kitchen, only to see that Rayna

why should I still go and help her? Besides, I’m

she helping Rayna?” Kristie questioned upon seeing that Rayna was alone in the

a high fever, so I gave her a half-day leave,”

I’ll go and lend Rayna a hand!” Upon hearing that, Kristie rolled up her sleeves and dashed toward the

she was stopped by Curtis

again? If another fire breaks out, Faymon Group doesn’t have that much money to compensate everyone.” As Curtis recalled her “moment of glory” previously, the corners of his mouth

oven! Am I to leave her to do all the work by herself? That won’t be appropriate!”

the man

foreboding promptly flooded

anything, Kristie shoved him into the kitchen and announced loudly,

can’t even differentiate

embarrassed to eat your cooking without doing anything and insisted on helping, so do grant him the opportunity, Rayna,”

her shoulder, she was greeted by the

her eyes at him, she pointed at the bowl of flour. “Since you’re eager to help, Mr. Faymon,

to glower at Kristie, but the

up and mix the flour!” Rayna urged. Then, she even muttered, “He shouldn’t have offered to help if he doesn’t know how to do it. He came in, but he isn’t