His Precious Love novel Chapter 436

Curtis was bustling around in the kitchen with his back to Carl and didn’t reply to him.

Carl went straight into the kitchen. Standing beside the man, he lifted his head and inquired, “Why didn’t you reply to the message I sent you this afternoon, Mr. Curtis? Have you really broken up with Ms. Rayna?”

Receiving no response, he called out, “Mr. Curtis?”

A while later, he pressed on, “Why aren’t you saying anything, Mr. Curtis?” His voice was booming, blasting toward Curtis at full force.

Some time passed before Curtis finally answered in the affirmative.

“Why? Ms. Rayna is so nice. Does the person you love more surpass her in looks?” Carl asked.

At that question, Curtis glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “There’s no one I love more.”

Frowning, Carl muttered, “But Ms. Rayna said you’ve got someone you love more and broke up with her because of that.”

“No,” Curtis denied once more. Deftly taking out the piping hot buns from the steamer, he added, “She was the one who asked for a breakup, and I merely respected her decision.”

That had Carl wholly confounded. “Huh? Then why did she ask for a breakup?”

Without bothering to answer that, Curtis grabbed his back collar with one hand while holding the buns in the other. Walking into the living room, he tossed Carl onto the couch as though hurling a cushion. “Don’t ask any more questions. Eat some buns.”

“But—”

Carl was utterly curious to know why the couple broke up, but he ended up intimidated by Curtis’ sharp gaze. Lowering his head, he took a bun from the plate.

Seeing the bun’s appearance, he couldn’t help grumbling inwardly. The bun he made is really unsightly. The mere sight of them is unappetizing!

Curtis likewise took a bun from the plate before querying casually, “Did your father contact you and your mother often after going abroad?”

“During the first two months, Daddy had video calls with us every day, but later, he didn’t even call us. He said he’s exceedingly busy, and I’m worried that I’ll disrupt him if I call him,” Carl admitted in a muffled voice, having taken a bite of the bun.

“Is that so?” Curtis’ brows knitted together.

He knew that Theodore’s father was injured in Xyperia, so Theodore had gone over to help.

But there’s nothing serious over there, no? Why did he stay there for a few months?

Carl happened to bite into the filling in the bun, and his face contorted at once.

Since Curtis was there, he could only swallow the bun with much difficulty. Picking up the glass of fruit juice, he downed more than half its content. “Where did you buy this bun, Mr. Curtis?”

Curtis took a bite as well. “I made it. Isn’t it pretty—”

When he ate the filling, spiciness and saltiness pervaded his entire mouth. Verily, it tasted horrible.

In a flash, his expression froze.

“It’s okay, Mr. Curtis. This makes it evident that you’ve got no talent for cooking. Nevertheless, you’re an expert in making money,” Carl comforted, patting the man on the shoulder as though he was older than his age.

Curtis forced himself to swallow the filling as he eyed the bun in his hand. Oh God, this is downright awful!

That night, Rayna had polished off the entire plate of cheese buns, so he had thought they were incredibly delicious. It wasn’t until after he sampled them that he realized they tasted atrocious.

Yet, Rayna ate them all.

As he recalled how she had sung praises of the buns while eating them, his emotions became a jumbled mess.

It’s obviously horrible, but she finished the entire plate of cheese buns just for the sake of preserving my dignity. Judging from my cooking skills, the spaghetti bolognese I made in the morning must have been rather unpalatable as well. Yet, she also polished it off.

He heaved a faint sigh. “This woman is just…”

Truly, she makes it impossible for me to hate her.

“Who? Are you referring to Ms. Rayna, Mr. Curtis?” Carl inquired, intrigue brimming in his eyes.

“No.”

“Who were you talking about, then, Mr. Curtis?”

“Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m afraid that you’d be in a bad mood and send me to Yeringham again,” Gabriel admitted pitifully.

Back then, he inexplicably said he wanted to send me to Yeringham to work for some time. But when I was about to board the plane with my luggage, he gave me a call and said I didn’t need to go anymore. I’m a bit scared, what with him changing his mind so often now. I plan to bring Stella home for a meal this weekend, so I don’t want to be sent to Yeringham at this juncture!

Paying his words no mind, Curtis demanded, “Did you touch my things when you came to pick Rayna up previously?”

“No. I waited for Ms. Garland to pack her things before driving her away. Did you lose something, Mr. Faymon?”

After more than ten seconds of silence, Curtis divulged, “I lost a silk scarf.”

“A silk scarf?”

Chagrined by Gabriel’s exaggerated surprise, Curtis threatened coldly, “You really want to go to Yeringham, do you?”

Gabriel hastily denied, “No, not at all! I want to remain by your side, Mr. Faymon! What kind of silk scarf is it, Mr. Faymon? Could you have put it someplace and forgotten about it?”

“I’ve always kept it in the drawer of the right bedside table, so that isn’t plausible. You’ve seen it once. It’s a dark blue Hermès silk scarf.” Curtis sounded a touch awkward.

“I remember now! When I came over to pick Ms. Garland up that day, Lucky sprinted downstairs with a silk scarf in its mouth. I thought it belonged to Ms. Garland!”

Indeed, it belongs to Rayna. But…

Curtis looked down with a baleful expression on his face, planning to settle the score with the dog, only to find that the carpet was empty, as it had taken off ages ago. Such rage flooded him that his blood boiled.

I’ve been feeding it top-notch food and water, yet it keeps going against me!

“Mr. Faymon? How about I seek Ms. Garland out early tomorrow morning and ask her for the silk scarf?” Gabriel couldn’t help venturing when he received no response from the man even after a long while had passed.

“No, it’s okay. All right, that’s all,” Curtis uttered placidly before ending the call.

That silk scarf is the only thing she left me. Since she took it back, so be it. Asking her for it out of the blue will only lower my status, making it seem as though I miss her desperately.