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.

to stay in the kitchen a while longer and enjoy him working away, but alas,

oranges.

them to deliver oranges here?” Rayna grumbled, but

a woman who opened the door, he froze. “Huh?

kitchen right now.” Rayna’s eyes drifted toward the two baskets of oranges before the entrance. The smell of them

“Oh, okay.”

deliveryman brought the baskets to a 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

to just call the orchard if there’s anything else

the 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 found that she

she glanced in the direction of the kitchen at the man

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

he didn’t get a new girlfriend. Maybe

oranges, and she simply could not

had eaten. Finally, Curtis came back

placed the plate on the coffee table, Rayna eagerly reached out for it, only to put her hands on her earlobes to cool it down in the next second after

certainly going to be hot,” Curtis said, amused by her

him a glare. “You’re the

her, Curtis picked up a bun and blew on it. Once it no longer felt as

took

still hot, and it was a little spicy, but

Rayna mumbled

been thinking about how she was going to finish the bun even if it was bad since it was Curtis’ first

one after another

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

had forgotten she was eating, and she

not fall for a man like

men in the club room had uttered. Then, she thought about

needed was to stand there, and a whole group of

would be this gentle to another woman and make great buns for another woman, tears sprang into her eyes, and

moved over to her and asked, “Why are you crying again? Do the