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 reached out to

her, mystified. “What was that

her hand while pretending to examine him. “Your hair appears oily, Uncle Curtis. It’s time for a wash,”

the wheelchair he occupied. “It’s not convenient for

Rayna nodded instinctively.

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

she had already made the promise, she was

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

push of a button, and sunlight flooded the room.

Let’s spend the day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she

like that.” Curtis nodded, his eyes

was about to help Curtis to the washbasin when he shook his head. “I can manage on my

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 hands before the

of an hour, and his brows

twinged. Clenching her fists, she vowed to herself to bring him abroad once business in

a hospital capable

his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis if her technique was

Uncle Curtis. Bend down

her heart skipped a beat. “Close your eyes,

tender gaze fixed on her. “You look beautiful,

those words. She said no more, though

compliment from him would

hair, unaware that her clothes had been soaked.

several times. Suddenly, he pulled her into his

are you—” Caught unawares, Rayna fell

wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and

the brisk female voice of his virtual assistant announced,

were just inches away from his when the announcement interrupted them. Flustered, she clamored off him and cried, “I’ll

I almost made a

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