His Precious Love

She had never thought Curtis would make her cheese buns because he could not find them.

It was her first time seeing him being in the kitchen for such a long time. His back was broad, and the sight of that made her feel safe.

Rayna tiptoed over and reached out to touch his back.

A little more, and I’ll be able to hug him…

Right then, Curtis shifted his shoulder and turned around.

Rayna instinctively retracted her arm and stood transfixed in her spot, her eyes meeting with his.

“Not gonna watch TV anymore?” Curtis was a little taken aback to see her in the kitchen. He moved a little to the right, afraid that she would see the phone beside the knife block.

Rayna lied, “I’m scared you’ll end up putting sugar as if it’s salt, so I came to supervise you.”

Curtis was rendered speechless.

“How’s it going?” Rayna asked, glancing at the spot behind him. It was then she saw the wonky-shaped buns behind him and how some of the buns even had cheese spilling out of them.

When Curtis looked in the direction she was looking at, he stiffened and said awkwardly, “It’s hard to wrap it around them. I’ll redo them later.”

Rayna shook her head and smiled. “It looks good. I’m sure it’ll taste good too.”

This is already good considering that this is his first time making buns.

Then, she added, “I’m serious. This is your first time making this, and you even know how to prepare the dough and the cheese without anyone teaching you. That’s amazing!”

Curtis nodded in agreement. “It looks like I’m talented at making food.”

The chef, who had accidentally overheard the conversation, pursed his lips.

Stop bluffing, Mr. Faymon. If Ms. Garland wants you to make a whole feast, you’ll be quick in admitting your mistake.

the kitchen a while longer and enjoy him working away,

oranges. Open

deliver oranges here?” Rayna grumbled, but her heart was melting from his gesture, and she jogged over

that it was a woman who opened the door, he froze. “Huh? Is this where… Mr.

before the entrance. The smell of them was enticing, and she could not help but pick one

“Oh, okay.”

corner before sneaking a glance at Rayna. When he saw how much she was enjoying the oranges, he realized with a start that it was not Curtis who wanted to

now. Please ask Mr. Faymon to just call the orchard if there’s anything

deliveryman put on his raincoat and rushed into the

Mrs. Faymon?

to him. Gabriel had been calling her Mrs. Faymon, but she had felt nothing about it. Yet, now, she

crept onto Rayna’s face, and she glanced in the direction of the kitchen at

were no women’s shoes and things other than hers at the

he didn’t get a new girlfriend. Maybe it’s a heartless reporter jumping

was in love with the oranges, and she simply could not stop

how many oranges she had eaten. Finally, Curtis came back

man placed the plate on the coffee table, Rayna eagerly reached out for it, only to put her hands on her earlobes

came out of the oven. It’s certainly going to be hot,”

him a glare. “You’re the

wanting to be childish as her, Curtis picked up a bun and blew on it. Once it no longer felt as hot, he handed

hesitating, Rayna took a huge

cheese inside was still hot, and it was a little spicy,

mumbled as she took another

bite, she had been thinking about how she was going to finish the bun even if it was bad since it was Curtis’ first time making food. Little did she expect it to be

ate one after another

gobble away. When he saw some cheese on the corner of her lips, he took a napkin to wipe her lips. “What’s the hurry? If this isn’t enough for you,

soft. For a moment, Rayna had forgotten she was eating, and she

I not fall for a man like

had uttered. Then, she thought about how the man before her was handsome, rich, and

to stand there, and a

Rayna thought about how he would be this gentle to another woman and make great buns for another woman, tears sprang into her eyes, and she

panic, and he quickly moved over to her and asked, “Why are you crying again?