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.

sudden impulse, she reached out to pinch

to regard her, mystified. “What was

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

convenient

Rayna nodded instinctively.

around and gave herself a smack on the cheek. “What’s gotten into you, Rayna?” she muttered severely.

made the promise, she was forced to

up in the kitchen and stepped, for the first time, into his bedroom. It was lavishly decorated, with a faint but refreshing hint

the bathroom with a push of a button, and sunlight

Let’s spend the day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as she gazed at the scenery outside

Curtis nodded,

Curtis to the washbasin when he shook his head.

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

fists, she vowed to herself to bring

be a hospital

She even occasionally asked Curtis if her technique was

Bend down a

a beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle Curtis,” she said huffily, “or soap will get

gaze fixed on her.

said no

could never resist Curtis. Even a simple compliment from him would cause her heart to thump wildly against her

to dry his hair, unaware that her clothes had been soaked.

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

are you—” Caught unawares, Rayna fell onto

around her waist and eased her head onto his

virtual assistant announced, “You have a visitor,

the announcement interrupted them. Flustered, she

I almost made a

She smacked