Chapter 248: Chapter 248

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 248 You Know How To Cook Rayna wrote: Who is she to Harry?

James replied: Dorothy’s aunt is married to Elijah. Harry is her cousin.

Rayna’s eyes flashed coldly.

It appears that this woman, Dorothy, is a big shot. She is not only Elijah’s family but also the fiancée of my ex-boyfriend. Perhaps it really was Jefferson who had engaged Stephanie to create the scene at the club.

“What’s wrong? What was that?” Curtis asked upon noticing her scowl.

Rayna pursed her lips. “Dorothy is with Jefferson.”

Curtis frowned, though he did not look surprised. “Is that so? I knew there was more to this woman than meets the eye, so I didn’t make use of her when she joined Faymon Group. Instead, I let Gabriel handle the important matters.”

“How could he...” Rayna choked, at a loss for words.

Jefferson has his limits. I was certain it was not he who had done those things, and as it turned out, he is precisely that sort of person. I have merely been thinking the best of him this whole time.

“I will deal with all of that. Don’t concern yourself with it.” Curtis took her hand and kissed it before changing the subject. “What would you like for lunch? I’ll make you something.”

“You?” Rayna turned to regard him with an astonished gaze. “You know how to cook?”

“No.”

Rayna was rendered speechless.

After stopping by the supermarket for groceries, Curtis brought Rayna back to his mansion. As soon as the door clicked open with a swipe of his keycard, the pair heard vague noises coming from within and wondered if they were being robbed.

“Wait here. I’ll go in for a look.”

Upon entering, Curtis saw two figures sneaking around in the living room on a mysterious errand.

“Gabriel,” he called coldly upon recognizing one of them. “What are you doing in my house instead of being at work? How did you get in?”

Gabriel spun around and greeted him calmly. “You’re back, Mr. Faymon.”

Curtis gazed at him inscrutably before turning to the figure beside him and saw that man, with a tuft of white hair by his ear, stuffing something behind the cabinet.

“Dad.”

“Why do you have to shout? I’m not deaf yet!” Alfred straightened up after stuffing the items and rolled his eyes at Curtis. “Can’t I drop by for a visit?”

“What were you doing?” Curtis asked.

“You have rats here,” Alfred asserted. “I was helping you catch them.”

Curtis was rendered speechless.

Having heard the noises from outside, Rayna recognized Gabriel’s voice. She entered and discovered that Alfred was also present. “Are you feeling better, Old Mr. Faymon?”

“I’m feeling much better after my stay at the hospital,” Alfred replied with a smile. “I was worried that Curtis might be feeling lonely at home, so I came to check on him.”

Rayna felt so uncomfortable that she did not know what to do with her hands.

Though it was Curtis’ house, she visited so often that it was like returning to her own.

Is that a little excessive?

“I recall some matters that require my attention. I should—”

Rayna was just about to depart with an excuse when Alfred gave a dreadful cough. Gabriel hastened over to hold him. “Are you all right, Old Mr. Faymon? I think you need a visit to the hospital.”

Alfred nodded with a sigh. “Me and my old bones.”

“I’ll be leaving with Old Mr. Faymon. See you, Mr. Faymon, Ms. Garland.” Gabriel helped Alfred toward the door.

Before he left, Alfred leaned close to Curtis and warned in a small voice, “I had personally asked for it. Don’t you dare come back and face me if you mess it up.”

His warm smile reappeared on his lips when he turned to face Rayna. “I’ll be making a move, Rayna. See you next time!”

“See you.” Puzzled, Rayna asked instinctively, “Are you really all right? Would you like Mr. Faymon to send you home? He has nothing to do, anyway.”

“I don’t need him,” Alfred said in a huff before leaving with Gabriel.

The old man’s tone amused Rayna. How did Curtis anger him this time?

She returned to find Curtis going through his closet as though looking for something and asked, “I’d heard Old Mr. Faymon say you have rats. Are there really?”

She peered in.

Before she managed to lean over, Curtis grabbed her by the shoulder and steered her to the living room. “It’s dead in the corner of the closet. Don’t look, or you’ll lose your appetite.”

Rayna shuddered. “Forget it, then,” she said with a look of disgust.

Curtis smiled to himself.

What rat? It’s actually...

Under the initial assumption that Curtis was joking, she was surprised to see him head to the kitchen with the groceries to commence cooking. Curious to see what he was capable of, she did not stop him.

Besides, we can just order takeout if it’s inedible.

After asking the caretaker about Linda’s condition, Rayna called Beau to ask for a leave of absence.

“Several months?” Beau repeated, stunned. “What is so important that you have to be away that long?”

Rayna confirmed with a grunt. “I have urgent matters to attend to. Mr. Wright can handle the rest since we have already obtained the tender for the speed rail. Feel free to terminate me if you think my request unreasonable.”

“How could I let such a good employee go?” Beau laughed. “It’s not a problem. Attend to your business first. The company and I will be here when you get back.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

“No worries.”

Rayna heaved a sigh of relief after hanging up, though she felt a little resentful.

Having just accepted a large project, I am forced to hand it off to somebody else before it even began. Work would have commenced long before my return to Hatchair Group.

After setting down her phone, Rayna went to the kitchen and found Curtis busying himself at the counter. Though it appeared that he seemed to know what he was doing, his princely air clashed oddly with the kitchen.

Her lips twitched at the sight of his neat white shirt and black trousers. “Aren’t you going to sauté the vegetables with some oil, Mr. Faymon?” she teased.

Curtis turned around to regard her. “I know how to oil the pan.”

“Your outfit...” Rayna surveyed him from head to foot with a jeer. “With how nicely you’re dressed, you look like you’re shooting a commercial instead.”

Curtis gazed down at his attire and realized it was indeed unsuitable. He spread his dirty hands resignedly at Rayna. “I’m afraid I must ask for your help, Ms. Garland.”

“Do it yourself. The apron is hanging on the wall.”

Curtis bent over and pleaded patiently, “Stop playing and help me put it on as my hands are dirty. The meal will only be ready in the afternoon if you keep dawdling. Aren’t you hungry?”

Rayna’s ears blushed as she muttered about him being an inconvenience, but she nonetheless removed the apron from its hook.

“Bent lower. You’re too tall.”

Helpless, Curtis did as he was told.

Rayna tied the apron for him and was just about to retreat when he planted a kiss on her lips. She hurriedly pressed them shut and glared at him.

“Apologies. You smell so nice that I can’t help myself.” Curtis smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Scoundrel!”

“What did you say?” Curtis made to kiss her again, but Rayna retreated with superhuman speed, which amused him to such an extent that he laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling in delight.

The table was set with lunch an hour later.

“Did you make all of this in an hour?” Rayna pulled out a chair and took a seat as she surveyed the four dishes on the table, which looked rather professionally done. “They look good.”