Rayna did not know what was going on with her either. Recently, she had been having mood swings, and she had been picky with her food. She had been craving cheese buns, and if she could not get them, she would feel upset.
She had never thought Curtis would make her cheese buns because he could not find them.
It was her first time seeing him being in the kitchen for such a long time. His back was broad, and the sight of that made her feel safe.
Rayna tiptoed over and reached out to touch his back.
A little more, and Iâll be able to hug him...
Right then, Curtis shifted his shoulder and turned around.
Rayna instinctively retracted her arm and stood transfixed in her spot, her eyes meeting with his.
âNot gonna watch TV anymore?â Curtis was a little taken aback to see her in the kitchen. He moved a little to the right, afraid that she would see the phone beside the knife block.
Rayna lied, âIâm scared youâll end up putting sugar as if itâs salt, so I came to supervise you.â
Curtis was rendered speechless.
âHowâs it going?â Rayna asked, glancing at the spot behind him. It was then she saw the wonky-shaped buns behind him and how some of the buns even had cheese spilling out of them.
When Curtis looked in the direction she was looking at, he stiffened and said awkwardly, âItâs hard to wrap it around them. Iâll redo them later.â
Rayna shook her head and smiled. âIt looks good. Iâm sure itâll taste good too.â
This is already good considering that this is his first time making buns.
Then, she added, âIâm serious. This is your first time making this, and you even know how to prepare the dough and the cheese without anyone teaching you. Thatâs amazing!â
Curtis nodded in agreement. âIt looks like Iâm talented at making food.â
The chef, who had accidentally overheard the conversation, pursed his lips.
Stop bluffing, Mr. Faymon. If Ms. Garland wants you to make a whole feast, youâll be quick in admitting your mistake.
Rayna wanted to stay in the kitchen a while longer and enjoy him working away, but alas, the doorbell rang.
Curtis said, âItâs probably the oranges. Open the door, will you?â
âItâs raining. Arenât you just tormenting them by asking them to deliver oranges here?â Rayna grumbled, but her heart was melting from his gesture, and she jogged over to open the door.
When the deliveryman saw that it was a woman who opened the door, he froze. âHuh? Is this where... Mr. Faymon stays?â
âYes. Heâs busy in the kitchen right now.â Raynaâs eyes drifted toward the two baskets of oranges before the entrance. The smell of them was enticing, and she could not help but pick one up to peel it. âPlease move it in for me.â
âOh, okay.â
The deliveryman brought the baskets to a corner before sneaking a glance at Rayna. When he saw how much she was enjoying the oranges, he realized with a start that it was not Curtis who wanted to eat the oranges but his wife.
Before leaving, the deliveryman said to Rayna, âMrs. Faymon, Iâll take my leave now. Please ask Mr. Faymon to just call the orchard if thereâs anything else youâd like to eat. Iâll deliver it to your doorstep.â
Before Rayna could react to that, the deliveryman put on his raincoat and rushed into the rain.
Mrs. Faymon?
Curtis had once set her up and made her get engaged to him. Gabriel had been calling her Mrs. Faymon, but she had felt nothing about it. Yet, now, she found that she quite liked the form of address.
A blush crept onto Raynaâs face, and she glanced in the direction of the kitchen at the man with a smile on her face.
There were no womenâs shoes and things other than hers at the residence.
Maybe he didnât get a new girlfriend. Maybe itâs a heartless reporter jumping to conclusions.
Rayna was in love with the oranges, and she simply could not stop eating them.
Rayna lost track of how many oranges she had eaten. Finally, Curtis came back out of the kitchen with a plate of hot cheese buns in his hands.
When the man placed the plate on the coffee table, Rayna eagerly reached out for it, only to put her hands on her earlobes to cool it down in the next second after scalding it.
âSilly, it just came out of the oven. Itâs certainly going to be hot,â Curtis said, amused by her actions.
Rayna shot him a glare. âYouâre the silly one!â
Not wanting to be childish as her, Curtis picked up a bun and blew on it. Once it no longer felt as hot, he handed it to her.
Without hesitating, Rayna took a huge bite.
The cheese inside was still hot, and it was a little spicy, but the texture was surprisingly good.
âThis tastes great,â Rayna mumbled as she took another bite.
Before taking her first bite, she had been thinking about how she was going to finish the bun even if it was bad since it was Curtisâ first time making food. Little did she expect it to be so delicious.
She ate one after another like a glutton.
Curtis sat at the side quietly and watched her gobble away. When he saw some cheese on the corner of her lips, he took a napkin to wipe her lips. âWhatâs the hurry? If this isnât enough for you, Iâll make you more.â
His action was gentle, and his voice was soft. For a moment, Rayna had forgotten she was eating, and she could only stare at him in a daze.
How can I not fall for a man like this?
Rayna mulled over the gossip the men in the club room had uttered. Then, she thought about how the man before her was handsome, rich, and so capable of making yummy cheese buns.
He needed not to do anything. All he needed was to stand there, and a whole group of women would throw themselves at him.
When Rayna thought about how he would be this gentle to another woman and make great buns for another woman, tears sprang into her eyes, and she began crying.
Her tears made Curtis panic, and he quickly moved over to her and asked, âWhy are you crying again? Do the buns taste bad?â
âIt tastes good.â
âThen can you please stop crying already?â Curtis relaxed when he heard her words. âIâve only been wiping your tears today.
Why do you have that many tears in you?â
Rayna lifted her head and choked out, âWill you get a lover in every city and make sure that you wonât be wearing your ring when you see them?â
Curtis stiffened.
âWill you only like university students at the young age of twenty?â
Curtis continued to be silent.
âWill you love someone and get sick of her eventually? Will you try every way to get rid of her?â
Curtis was exasperated, and he questioned, âWhat in the world is on your mind?â
âWill you?â Rayna asked.
âI wonât, and I wonât waste my time doing that. Iâm busy. I donât want to have a lover in every city. Iâd have to take time out to see them, and Iâd have to make sure that Iâm not wearing a ring. Iâm not interested in twenty-year-old university students either.â
After a pause, he continued, âI wonât get sick of someone I love, and I wonât think of ways to get rid of her. If that person thinks that their significant other is sick of her, then their significant other must not have loved her right.â
Only then did Rayna feel relieved.
So not all men are the same. Some will do that, and some wonât. Mr. Faymonâs the best man in this world.
âWhat about the newspaper?â Rayna asked him nervously.
What she had been unable to let go of was the intimate photo of him and another woman she saw in the newspaper the other day, and how Stella had picked up the CEOâs officeâs phone.
I think Curtis still loves her. Otherwise, he wouldnât dote on her and spoil her in this way. Thereâs still a chance between the two of them.
As Rayna fixed her eyes on him, she asked, âDo you... like Stella?â
As long as Curtis could give her an explanation for it, she would believe him. She would then court him again and tell him about the babies.
How can the babies grow up without a father?
To her surprise, Curtis did not answer her right away. He frowned, and that made her anxious.
After a long while, the man uttered in a steady voice, âRayna, Iâm not twenty years old. I donât have the impulsive streak of youth.
I know well what I should be doing.â