Both of them stood frozen at the door for more than ten seconds. Only then did Curtis walk down the steps and handed a wad of cash to Gabriel.
Filled with resignation, he instructed Gabriel, “Drive around and see if you can find any cheese buns. Get a pack of them if you do.”
“Huh?” Gabriel stood stupidly still, looking at Curtis in shock. “C-Cheese buns?”
Curtis glowered. “Are my instructions not clear enough?”
Gabriel looked in Rayna’s direction. The sight of her bobbing shoulders made him realize something. “Mr. Faymon, this is too much trouble. It’s raining now. I have no idea who would still be selling buns at this hour. You should just open the door and bring the cat to Ms. Garland. When I send her back later, I’ll see if there’s any place selling buns along the way.”
“Don’t you know how to search?”
“It’s too troublesome that way. The buns will already be cold by the time I come back.”
Curtis was speechless.
“Mr. Faymon, you should hurry up and open the door. I’ll be waiting right here.”
Curtis shot Gabriel an insidious glare before stuffing the money into his hands. “Go and buy the cheese buns. If you don’t return with them, you can start packing your bags and prepare to stay in Norham for a year.”
“I’m on my way!” Feeling a chill down his spine, Gabriel swiftly hopped into his car after taking the money.
Being his assistant is a challenging job indeed!
Curtis finally returned to the living room after watching Gabriel drive off.
When he saw Rayna still sobbing, as if he was the one who caused it, he couldn’t help but feel lost.
He consoled her, “Stop crying. I’ve sent Mr. Tylinski out to buy some. It’s just cheese buns after all.”
Even though he had known Rayna for a long time, this was the first time he had seen her cry so relentlessly.
She cries when she doesn’t get to eat her oranges or cheese buns. Where did all her tears come from?
Feeling even more aggrieved, Rayna glared at him with her reddened eyes. “What do you mean by that? Are you saying that I’m spoiled? It isn’t my fault that my tastebuds are so picky. How could you accuse me of something like that?”
“I didn’t say—”
“You did! I can tell from the look on your face that was what you meant!” Rayna cried even louder. “It’s just a few oranges. Why wouldn’t you sell them to me?”
“I didn’t know it was you who got someone to call the orchard,” Curtis said calmly as he retrieved a card to open the door with a swipe. “Come in first. It’s cold outside.”
“Then why did you block my assistant?”
Curtis was stumped.
Throughout his life, Rayna was always the one responsible whenever he was humiliated. He truly didn’t know what to do with her.
As he opened the door, he maintained his nonchalant gaze on her. “If you’re not going to come in, I’m going to ignore you. Also, I’ll stop them from sending you the oranges and order Mr. Tylinski not to buy you the cheese buns. You’ll be sent home right away.”
Terrified by his threats, Rayna entered the house without a word of protest.
Behind her, a look of amusement flashed across Curtis’ face. I should have done this from the beginning if I had known it would work.
As Rayna took off her shoes in the hallway, her eyes began to scan the surroundings like radar. Her heart was beating anxiously as images of a woman’s high heels or other footwear began appearing in her mind.
Did he ever bring someone here?
After scrutinizing the area and the shoe cupboard, she didn’t see any feminine footwear around. The only one there was a pair of size thirty-seven indoor slippers in blue, which she had worn previously.
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