His Precious Love

“It’ll take at least forty minutes for the groceries to be delivered. Are there flour and unsalted butter in the kitchen?” Rayna asked Larissa as she headed toward the kitchen, ignoring Curtis altogether.

“Yes. They’re all in the upper cabinet.” Larissa followed her into the kitchen and helped her retrieve the said items. Then, she added, “There’s also an oven and some molds for cookies. Do you need them as well, Ms. Garland?”

“Yes. Please take them out for me.”

“Sure.”

Kristie didn’t go into the kitchen but eyed Curtis beside her and inquired in curiosity, “What did you say was the purpose of your visit just now? You’re here for your laptop, right?”

Without waiting for Curtis to answer, she started rummaging everywhere in the living room.

In the end, she found the laptop beside the television. With all the excitement in the world, she brought it over to him. “Found it! Hurry up and leave, Curt, lest your work gets held up.”

Curtis was rendered speechless for a moment.

He massaged his temples. “I worry about you since there’s an outsider at home. I’ll leave later.”

“What outsider?” Kristie was lost at first before she followed his gaze to the kitchen and caught sight of Rayna. Immediately, chagrin swamped her. “Rayna isn’t an outsider! Don’t treat her like your enemy simply because you’ve broken up with her. She’s stunningly beautiful, and many men are interested in her even if you aren’t.”

Curtis’ eyes darkened a shade. “You’re now siding with outsiders, Kristie?”

“I was just speaking the truth.” Kristie curled her ruby lips. In the next instant, something seemingly occurred to her. She leaned close to the man and queried in a whisper, “Are you so adamant about staying because you want to eat Rayna’s cooking, Curt?”

“No.”

In response, Kristie harrumphed. “I think that’s the reason all right. It’s obvious that you want to stick around for a free meal, Curt.”

Pressing his hand against her head, Curtis forcibly turned her around in the direction of her room. “Go back to your bedroom and change out of your pajamas. If you continue talking back to me, I’ll dismiss Mdm. Lovett and leave you to fend for yourself.”

“How petty!” Kristie muttered. Slapping his hand away, she begrudgingly returned to her bedroom.

on the coffee table before striding to the bar area. He snagged a glass and got

around in the open kitchen. Her black hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail that hung down her back, giving

bar with his ebony eyes fixated on

that I can’t forget her? And why is it that she has the ability to make a mess of my

somewhat irritable, he threw his head back and downed the entire glass of soda. That soothed

helping Rayna when her phone rang out of

went to the side to answer the

My son and daughter-in-law are on a business trip and can’t make it back. I’m afraid my granddaughter won’t be able

half-day leave. Just come over on

Larissa was grateful beyond words. Before leaving, she suggested, “Since you’ve got nothing to do here anyway, Mr. Faymon, you can go in and

after she had left, Curtis remained leaning against the

a look at the kitchen, only to see that Rayna was managing perfectly

I still go and help her? Besides,

Mdm. Lovett? Why isn’t she helping Rayna?” Kristie questioned upon seeing that

I gave her a half-day leave,”

Upon hearing that, Kristie rolled

was stopped by Curtis

have that much money to compensate everyone.” As Curtis recalled her “moment of

moment of inattention when I set the wrong duration for the oven! Am I to leave her

suddenly stared at the man fixedly with

sense of foreboding promptly flooded

into

snorted and scoffed, “He can’t even differentiate between

this time. He said he’d be embarrassed to eat your cooking without doing anything and insisted on helping, so do grant him the

instant Rayna glanced over her shoulder, she was greeted by the

bowl of flour. “Since you’re eager to help, Mr. Faymon, go ahead

expression on his face, Curtis turned to glower at Kristie, but the

are you looking everywhere? Hurry up and mix the flour!” Rayna urged. Then, she even muttered, “He shouldn’t have offered to help if he doesn’t know how to do it. He came in, but he isn’t helping at all, standing around like an