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

turned to regard her, mystified.

pretending to examine him. “Your hair appears oily, Uncle Curtis. It’s time for a wash,” she said with

convenient for me to do

Rayna nodded instinctively.

into you, Rayna?” she muttered severely. “Why did you agree

had already made the promise,

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

in the bathroom with a push of a button, and sunlight

is! Let’s spend the day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as she

that.” Curtis nodded,

the washbasin when he shook his head. “I can manage on

back several paces and watched as Curtis braced himself against the wheelchair to stand up with no small effort. He slowly lifted one leg onto the recliner with both

of an

heart twinged. Clenching her fists, she vowed to herself to bring

be a hospital capable of

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

Bend down a little.

bent down to meet Curtis’ eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle Curtis,” she said

fixed on her.

could not resist those words. She said no more, though

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

clean towel to dry his hair, unaware that her clothes had been

several times. Suddenly, he pulled

unawares, Rayna fell

her waist and eased her head onto

the brisk female voice of his virtual assistant announced, “You have a

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

I almost made

after she arrived downstairs, Rayna’s heart was still thumping. She smacked her