His Precious Love

Chapter 347 Hard To Please Others
Curtis’ gaze darkened. He remained silent and unmoving.
Cillian glanced at Curtis and mustered up the courage to continue, “Mr. Faymon, I don’t know why you and Ms. Garland broke up, but my mother-in-law still worries about you. Look, she even made you such a delicious meal. Besides, even if the two of you broke up, it’s not to the extent of becoming enemies, right?
“Why are you and Gabriel so similar? He’s been so talkative lately too!” Curtis glared at Cillian. His expression was still grim, but he opened the door to let Cillian in.
Cillian quickly brought the lunch boxes in.
“Woof!” A small but mighty-looking black German Shephard ran out from the living room. It barked at Cillian and gave him a scare.
“F*ck!” Cillian cursed. He looked toward Curtis with a ridiculous expression on his face. “M-Mr. Faymon, is this your German Shephard? I thought you hated—”
He remembered that Curtis hated long-haired animals.
Curtis interrupted his sentence, “No. Gabriel left it here and asked me to take care of it.”
“Huh? Gabriel…”
Cillian wanted to ask, “Isn’t Gabriel at home? Why is he asking you to take care of his dog?” However, he swallowed those questions and kept silent as he met Curtis’ cold gaze.
He brought the lunch boxes to the table and opened them thoughtfully. In an instant, the delicious aroma of pasta and mushroom soup wafted through the air.
Curtis’ expression darkened as he made his way over.
He pulled the chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down. He noticed another lunch box sitting at a side that was still closed and went to open it. “You could’ve just brought something simple over. Why did she make so much food?”
“My mother-in-law didn’t prepare that.” Cillian scratched his head, still confused about that woman and Curtis’ relationship. He said, “A woman gave it to me and made me bring it to you.”
“A woman?”
“That’s right. She’s very beautiful too.” Cillian recalled. “She has a nice figure and flawless skin, which makes her look like she’s in her twenties. She has a gentle voice and looks like someone from Jetroina.”

Curtis’ expression turned grim, and he forcefully closed the lunch box. His tone was ice cold as he remarked, “Take this away with you later and throw it in the bin!”
“Understood, Mr. Faymon,” Cillian answered curtly. Despite the curiosity flooding through him, he did not dare to ask Curtis about it as he proceeded to hand him the camera.
Curtis asked, “What’s this?”
“It’s a camera.” Cillian thought of Roxanne’s advice and contemplated for a moment before he said, “When we were eating, Ms. Garland called me and asked me to give this to you.”
“I don’t want it. Take it back!” Curtis yelled with a gloomy expression on his face. He thought of Rayna’s determination to return his gift and frowned.
She already returned all my gifts. Why do I have to receive her things?
Cillian knew Curtis would reject it, but he did not expect Curtis to reject it so quickly. He muttered, “Mr. Faymon, you could take a peek. Ms. Garland gave this to you…”
Curtis answered curtly, “I don’t want to.”
“My. Faymon…”
“Cillian, a qualified bodyguard should talk less.” Curtis glanced toward him. His cold gaze made Cillian shudder and dare not say another word.
When Cillian noticed that it was useless to push Curtis further, he hummed a reply and slumped his shoulders as he sighed inwardly.
He could already imagine Roxanne kicking him out of Linda’s house if he brought back the camera and relayed Curtis’ words.
D*mn. It’s so hard to please others!
Just as Cillian opened the door and was about to leave, Curtis called him from behind.
Cillian quickly looked back and noticed Curtis staring at the food on the table. He was confused about whether the latter had called him and probed cautiously, “Mr. Faymon, did you call me?”
Curtis picked up his fork and paused for a moment before he calmly said, “Bring the camera here.”
Cillian was stunned momentarily before he returned to his senses and happily walked over. He placed the camera on the table and said, “Mr. Faymon, take a look at it after you eat. I’ll leave first!”
Afraid that Curtis might change his mind and not want the camera again, Cillian hurried out the door.
Soon, the little bit of liveliness that was in the house was gone. It became cold and quiet once more.
Curtis had some mushroom soup. The soup was thick and fragrant, and it tasted like home. He could not help but think of Rayna cooking in the kitchen.
Rayna had learned how to cook from Linda, so the dishes they cooked were similar. The only difference was that Linda preferred to cook soups whereas Rayna liked to cook pasta.
He remembered when Rayna first moved in, she would come up with different pasta recipes every day for him such as bacon and carbonara fettuccine, meatball marinara spaghetti, aglio olio, and more.
She was adamant about making foods he did not like and purposely forced him to finish them.
As he thought of the past, a hint of a smile appeared on Curtis’ lips. However, it disappeared quickly and his expression turned grim once more as he frowned.
They had broken up, so it would only make him feel uncomfortable to think of the moments they spent together.
Lucky seemed to have been attracted by the delicious smell of the food and ran over before running around in circles at Curtis’ feet. Curtis shifted his leg aside but Lucky rubbed against him again.
Curtis glared at it in hopes of scaring it. “Eat your kibble.”
“Woof!” Lucky barked at him and its tail wagged around happily. It even jumped and placed its paws on his knees as it looked at him with a pleading look.