Why in the world did Gabriel buy so many snacks?
After checking the production dates, Curtis chose a few that looked delicious for Rayna.
“There’s more in the cupboard if this isn’t enough.”
“Thank you.” Truly famished, Rayna ripped open a bag of chips unabashedly and began digging in. At the same time, she felt for the remote and turned on the TV before slumping languidly onto the couch.
Happy jumped up to join her and nestled itself by her legs, whereas Lucky lay down on the carpet with its tail wagging in glee.
Curtis couldn’t help but smile as he took in the scene.
She really has made herself at home.
Worried that he would say something wrong and cause her to cry again, Curtis settled down by the side to deal with his work.
Just as he had gone through a few emails, Gabriel, who was sent to buy buns, finally returned.
At the sight of him entering with a few bags in hand, Curtis dropped what he was doing to help Gabriel. “What else did you come back with when I only asked you to get some buns?”
“Mr. Faymon, I didn’t manage to get any. All the shops selling them are closed,” Gabriel said as he changed out of his shoes. “Fortunately, the supermarket is still open. I got some flour and cheese instead. I can make the buns for you!”
Curtis’ brows knitted slightly. “You actually know how to make them?”
“I do. I know how to make all sorts of buns and I guarantee Ms. Garland will find them delicious!”
Curtis was at a loss for words.
When he saw Curtis standing motionless, Gabriel added, “Mr. Faymon, please step aside. The flour still needs time to ferment. Once Ms. Garland finishes them, I’ll send her home right away. The rain is getting heavier. I have no idea when it’ll stop.”
“You head home first, then.” Curtis took the bags from him by force. “It’s time you go back and rest. You still need to take an early flight to Yeringham tomorrow.”
Gabriel was stunned. “I-If I leave, who’s going to send Ms. Garland home?”
“I’ll send her.”
“No, no, Mr. Faymon. It’s better that I do it since it’s my job.” Gabriel attempted to enter the house as he spoke. “I even bought some pork. Does Ms. Garland like pork pies? I can make her some too.”
Curtis refused to budge as a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. “Gabriel, if you think Yeringham is a wonderful place, you’re welcome to stay there for a couple of months. Ms. Turner is more than capable of taking over your role.”
Jolted by Curtis’ devious tone, Gabriel finally realized that something was amiss.
Without another word, he changed back into his leather shoes and opened the door in a hurry, disappearing in less than three seconds.
Rayna ran over upon hearing the commotion. Staring blankly at Curtis, she asked, “Has Gabriel returned with the cheese buns?”
She was surprised when she noticed the bags Curtis was holding didn’t contain the buns.
“Where are the cheese buns?”
After a brief hesitation, Curtis said helplessly, “There isn’t any. All the shops are closed.”
As disappointment set in, Rayna’s tears began to flow. “Why are they closed?”
Curtis was at a loss for word.
How would I know?
Rayna cried uncontrollably. “It’s one thing to not sell oranges to me, but how could you stop me from having cheese buns? I can’t believe you’re bullying me this way…”
“I’m not stopping you. It’s just that the shops selling buns are closed.” Curtis panicked. “Please stop crying. I’ll make them for you.”
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