His Precious Love

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.

by a sudden impulse, she reached out

turned to regard her, mystified. “What

she quickly retracted her hand while pretending to examine him. “Your hair appears

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

Rayna nodded instinctively.

Rayna?” she muttered severely. “Why did you agree to it? There

already made the promise, she

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

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

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

that.” Curtis nodded, his eyes twinkling

to the washbasin when he shook

paces and watched as Curtis braced himself against the wheelchair to stand up with no small effort. He slowly

simple act, it took him a quarter of an hour, and his brows

she vowed to herself to bring

must be a hospital capable

adept in the task of washing his hair. She

moving, Uncle Curtis. Bend down a little.

eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle Curtis,” she said

gaze fixed on her. “You look beautiful,

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

a simple compliment from him

that her clothes had been soaked. They stuck to her body and

times. Suddenly,

you—” Caught unawares, Rayna fell

his arms tightly around her waist and eased

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

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

almost

Rayna’s heart was still thumping. She smacked her