Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 164

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.

Seized by a sudden impulse, she reached out to pinch them.

Curtis turned to regard her, mystified. “What was that for?”

Upon realizing her foolish act, she quickly retracted her hand while pretending to examine him. “Your hair appears oily, Uncle Curtis. It’s time for a wash,” she said with a cough. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Curtis indicated the wheelchair he occupied. “It’s not convenient for me to do so. Help me, Sweetheart.”

Rayna nodded instinctively.

Moments later, she turned around and gave herself a smack on the cheek. “What’s gotten into you, Rayna?” she muttered severely. “Why did you agree to it? There must be something wrong with your head!”

As she had already made the promise, she was forced to follow through.

Rayna went upstairs in search of Curtis after cleaning up in the kitchen and stepped, for the first time, into his bedroom. It was lavishly decorated, with a faint but refreshing hint of sandalwood in the air.

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

“What a lovely day it is! Let’s spend the day outside, Uncle Curtis,” she exclaimed as she gazed at the scenery outside through the large windows.

“I’d like that.” Curtis nodded, his eyes twinkling merrily.

Rolling up her sleeves, she was about to help Curtis to the washbasin when he shook his head. “I can manage on my own.”

Rayna stepped back several paces and watched as Curtis braced himself against the wheelchair to stand up with no small effort. He slowly lifted one leg onto the recliner with both hands before the other.

Despite the simple act, it took him a quarter of an hour, and his brows became soaked with sweat.

Rayna’s heart twinged. Clenching her fists, she vowed to herself to bring him abroad once business in Faymon Group was concluded.

There must be a hospital capable of curing his legs.

Rayna proved herself adept in the task of washing his hair. She even occasionally asked Curtis if her technique was to his liking.

“Stop moving, Uncle Curtis. Bend down a little. Lower.”

Rayna bent down to meet Curtis’ eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. “Close your eyes, Uncle Curtis,” she said huffily, “or soap will get in.”

Curtis kept his tender gaze fixed on her. “You look beautiful, Sweetheart.”

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

She could never resist Curtis. Even a simple compliment from him would cause her heart to thump wildly against her ribcage.

When she was done, Rayna produced a clean towel to dry his hair, unaware that her clothes had been soaked. They stuck to her body and revealed her curves.

Curtis’ gaze flickered toward her several times. Suddenly, he pulled her into his embrace.

“Why are you—” Caught unawares, Rayna fell onto him.

Curtis wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and eased her head onto his chest.

Suddenly, the brisk female voice of his virtual assistant announced, “You have a visitor, Master.”

Rayna’s lips were just inches away from his when the announcement interrupted them. Flustered, she clamored off him and cried, “I’ll go see who it is!”

Phew! I almost made a mistake.

Even after she arrived downstairs, Rayna’s heart was still thumping. She smacked her cheeks to regain her composure before opening the door.

“You again, vixen!” Kristie exclaimed angrily when she saw Rayna on the other side of the door. “What are you doing in Curt’s house?”

“I—”

Rayna was just about to explain herself when Kristie’s gaze swept across her body, and upon seeing her wet clothes stuck to her skin, the latter started like she had seen a ghost. “What were you doing?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Rayna muttered shiftily.

Kristie scoffed in disbelief and shoved her way into the house, calling for Curtis as she stomped up the stairs. Rayna gazed at her in despair before shutting the door.

After following her up the stairs, Rayna saw Kristie standing before Curtis and confronting him indignantly.

“How could you allow this woman into your home, Curt? Do you know how unfaithful she is? She’s toying with you! Who knows what she would have done to you if not for my timely arrival?”

Rayna was rendered speechless.

“Instead of being on set to film your scenes, you came here to tell me all of these?” Curtis asked her.

Kristie stamped her feet in consternation, grumbling, “You didn’t reply to my messages, so I came to check on you! I’m concerned about you, Curt, but you don’t seem at all happy to see me!”

Curtis was tired of listening to her, so he beckoned Rayna, who was standing at the door, to enter.

“Come in, Sweetheart.”

Kristie whipped around, and when she realized he was referring to Rayna, she shot him a disbelieving look. “W-What did you call her, Curt? Are you—”

“Don’t be rude. She’s my wife,” Curtis chided when Rayna arrived.

Rayna’s hair stood on end in her terror. “No, Ms. Winton. Please don’t misunderstand! Mr. Faymon is —”

“You want me to address her as your wife, Curt? What do you see in this vixen? Am I not your beloved?” Kristie screamed, cutting across Rayna’s explanation.

“I’ve never seen you as such,” Curtis said curtly.

Kristie was near tears. “Oh, Curt. Are you going to replace me for not having visited you recently?”

Rayna could not stifle her laugh at the sight of Curtis’ frank nod.

It’s so inappropriate to laugh right now. What do I do?