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.

impulse, she reached out to pinch

her, mystified. “What was

her hand while pretending to examine him. “Your hair

the wheelchair he occupied. “It’s not convenient for me to do so. Help

Rayna nodded instinctively.

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

had already made the promise, she was forced to

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

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

Curtis,” she exclaimed as

that.” Curtis nodded, his eyes

the washbasin when he shook his head. “I can

wheelchair to stand up with no small effort. He slowly lifted one leg onto the recliner with both hands before

it took him a quarter of an

to bring him

a hospital capable of

task of washing his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis if

Curtis. Bend

meet Curtis’ eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. “Close your

kept his tender gaze fixed on

resist those words. She said

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

produced a clean towel to dry his hair, unaware that

her several times.

you—” Caught unawares,

around her waist and eased her head onto

his virtual assistant announced,

when the announcement interrupted them. Flustered, she clamored off

I almost made a

thumping. She smacked her