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

regard her,

pretending to examine him. “Your hair appears oily, Uncle Curtis. It’s

“It’s not convenient for me to do so. Help

Rayna nodded instinctively.

gotten into you, Rayna?” she muttered

promise, she was forced to

time, into his bedroom. It was lavishly decorated, with a faint but

raised the curtains in the bathroom with a push of a button, and sunlight flooded the room.

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

Curtis nodded,

the washbasin when he shook his head. “I

stand up with no small effort. He slowly

a quarter of an hour, and his brows

to bring him abroad once business in

must be a hospital capable of

in the task of washing his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis

moving, Uncle Curtis. Bend

her heart skipped a beat. “Close your

gaze fixed on her. “You look

She said no more, though her

from him would cause her heart to thump

Rayna produced a clean towel to dry his hair, unaware that her clothes had been soaked. They stuck

gaze flickered toward her several times. Suddenly, he pulled her into

are you—” Caught unawares, Rayna

arms tightly around her waist and eased her head

of his virtual assistant announced,

them. Flustered, she clamored off him and

I almost made a

She smacked her cheeks to regain her composure before opening the