Dear Sweetheart novel

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 164 What Did You Call Her

Curtis watched Rayna, who was preparing breakfast, from the door. His gaze did not so much as waver, and it made Rayna uncomfortable when she turned around several times and caught him.

She was at a loss for words. “Could you read the newspaper or something, Uncle Curtis?”

I can’t even cook a meal in peace with him staring at me like that. I wonder if a donkey kicked him in the head once. He’s so weird.

At those words, Curtis turned to leave to sit on the couch, and Rayna finally felt the atmosphere clearing up.

He returned after some time spent perusing the newspaper. “I’ve read the newspaper,” he declared solemnly. “It isn’t as interesting as my wife.”

Rayna flushed crimson again.

The amount of cheek this man has! Ah, but it feels pretty good to hear.

Breakfast that day consisted of pumpkin oatmeal and scones.

Rayna was about to ask Curtis if he wanted any butter when Curtis bit down on a particularly plump scone, causing jam to squirt in every direction, to his shock.

As she had never seen Curtis flustered, Rayna burst into laughter at his expression despite the dollops of jam upon her.

After laughing herself silly, she regained her composure to teach him the proper way to enjoy a scone.

“Here’s some butter for flavor.” Rayna deftly made a small incision in the scone with her knife and filled it with a smidge of butter. “See? This will prevent the jam from getting everywhere.”

“I see.” Humbled by the experience, Curtis took a bite of the scone she prepared for him and proclaimed, “Delicious! Your culinary skills are getting better by the day, Sweetheart.”

Rayna glared at him. “Were my culinary skills not good before?”

“You cooked well before, too,” he answered hastily, aware that his words had displeased her.

After several moments of silence, Rayna turned her gaze to his face. With her chin resting in her hand, she admired how Curtis’ long eyelashes flattered his side profile.

impulse, she

to regard her, mystified.

“Your hair appears

he occupied. “It’s not convenient for me to

Rayna nodded instinctively.

a smack on the cheek. “What’s gotten into you, Rayna?” she muttered severely. “Why did

already made the promise, she

first time, into his bedroom.

push of a button, and sunlight flooded the room. It

day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as she gazed at the scenery outside

nodded, his eyes

help Curtis to the washbasin when

paces and watched as Curtis braced himself against the wheelchair to stand up with no small

simple act, it took him a quarter of an hour, and

to herself to bring him abroad

be a hospital capable of

the task of washing his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis if her technique was to his

Curtis. Bend down

and her heart skipped a beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle Curtis,” she said huffily, “or soap

tender gaze fixed on her. “You look beautiful,

words. She said

Curtis. Even a simple compliment from him would cause her heart to

hair, unaware that

gaze flickered toward her several times. Suddenly,

are you—” Caught unawares, Rayna fell onto

arms tightly around her waist

female voice of his virtual

when the announcement interrupted them. Flustered, she clamored off him and cried, “I’ll

I almost

downstairs, Rayna’s heart was still thumping. She smacked her cheeks to regain her