Curtis took a slice of beef and tried it himself. “That’s enough. Your stomach can’t handle anything too spicy.”
“Curtis, did you do it?” Rayna smacked him in the arm.
“How is it possible for me to counter Mr. Nicholson when Theodore is still unconscious?” Curtis smiled unaffectedly. “What goes around comes around. He’ll have to account for his sins eventually.”
His words echoed Rayna’s thoughts.
It would be implausible for Curtis to hurt Noel without Theodore’s connections, as the latter was still unconscious in Xyperia.
She became suspicious about what Curtis and Jefferson were up to when they were so busy that they never replied to her WhatsApp messages previously.
Rayna was jerked free from her musings when Curtis swatted her bottom.
“Why don’t you get the plates and cutlery ready for our meal?”
“You—” Rayna was so astonished that she felt like her bum was on fire. “Don’t be surprised when I sue you for sexual harassment!”
“Are you planning to sue the father of your children?” Curtis smirked.
Rayna cursed him under her breath and opened the cupboard to retrieve the plates and cutlery from the cabinet grudgingly.
Besides the roast beef, Curtis had also prepared a salad and lentil soup. It was a veritable feast.
The beef was roasted to perfection, and Rayna devoured all of it.
Curtis was very pleased with her appetite, and his lips curled into a smile. “Has my culinary skills improved?”
It was evident that his cooking had improved by leaps and bounds from the taste of the beef.
Nonetheless, Rayna had no desire to praise him and decided to nitpick instead. “Everything from the ingredients to seasoning was already laid out for you. You merely had to follow the steps given. Even a dog could do it!”
“I chose the cut of beef and marinated it myself.” Curtis corrected her. “Even the salad was made from scratch.”
“What?” Rayna was flabbergasted as she looked up at him. “No wonder it took you more than an hour to prepare it!”
Curtis served her a slice of roast. “I made sure to choose a rib-eye as it’s your favorite. How do you find it?”
“I thought it was—” Rayna’s voice was muffled as she chewed.
She had been in such a hurry to speak that she choked on her food.
Rayna downed half a glass of lemonade before Curtis could react.
He smoothed her back. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.” Rayna pulled back from his proximity. “Let’s continue eating.”
Curtis went back to his seat after ensuring that Rayna was all right. Much to her astonishment, he finished the remaining lemonade in her glass before pouring himself another.
Her face flushed as she groused, “Can’t you drink from your own glass instead of mine?”
Curtis sat down and reached for a glass of watermelon juice. “This was supposed to be yours while the lemonade was mine.”
“No matter. This isn’t the first time this has happened to me. I’m already used to it,” Curtis continued.
Rayna recalled their second meeting. They’d been discussing business at a club when she’d accidentally drank his red wine. She immediately straightened herself to hide her growing embarrassment and patted her pregnant belly.
“Would you find fault with me for drinking your lemonade when I’m carrying your children?”
Curtis was tickled by her poor attempt at appearing indignant. “Whatever you say, Mrs. Faymon.”
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