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

regard her, mystified.

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

convenient for me to do

Rayna nodded instinctively.

you, Rayna?” she muttered severely.

she had already made the promise, she was forced to

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

with a push of a button, and sunlight flooded the room. It was blinding yet

day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as she

nodded, his eyes twinkling

her sleeves, she was about to help Curtis to the washbasin when he shook his

back several paces and watched as Curtis braced himself against the wheelchair to stand up with

of

she vowed to herself to

be a hospital capable of curing

task of washing his hair. She

Curtis. Bend

heart skipped a beat. “Close your

tender gaze fixed on

words. She said no

could never resist Curtis. Even a simple compliment from him would

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

toward her several times. Suddenly,

Caught unawares, Rayna fell onto

wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and eased

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

them. Flustered, she

almost

thumping. She smacked her cheeks to regain her