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.

striding to the bar area. He snagged a glass and got

he straightened, he spotted Rayna bustling around in the open kitchen. Her black hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail that hung down her back, giving vague glimpses of her fair neck every

fixated on her, watching as she moved about at times or took something

allure exactly does she have that I can’t forget her? And why is it that she has the ability to make

back and downed

Larissa was helping Rayna when her

went to the

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

come over on the dot tomorrow morning,”

beyond words. Before leaving, she suggested, “Since you’ve got nothing to do here anyway, Mr. Faymon, you can go in and lend Ms. Garland a hand. It’s too

leaning

kitchen, only to see that Rayna

disdains me, no? In that case, why should I still go and

upon seeing that Rayna was alone in the kitchen, having changed into

high fever, so I gave her a

hearing that, Kristie rolled up her

was stopped

kitchen again? If another fire breaks out, Faymon Group doesn’t have that much money to compensate everyone.” As Curtis recalled her “moment of glory” previously, the corners of

a moment of inattention when I set the wrong duration for the oven! Am I to leave her to do all the work by herself? That won’t be appropriate!” Kristie

that, she suddenly stared at the man fixedly with a

of foreboding promptly

Kristie shoved him into the kitchen and announced loudly, “Rayna, Curt has offered to

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

anything and insisted on helping, so do grant him the opportunity, Rayna,” Kristie chirped,

glanced over her shoulder, she was greeted by

at the bowl of flour. “Since you’re eager to help, Mr. Faymon,

to glower at Kristie, but the latter had long since fled to the living

to help if he doesn’t know