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 I’ll 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.
“Not gonna watch TV anymore?” 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, “I’m scared you’ll end up putting sugar as if it’s salt, so I came to supervise you.”
Curtis was rendered speechless.
“How’s it going?” 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, “It’s hard to wrap it around them. I’ll redo them later.”
Rayna shook her head and smiled. “It looks good. I’m sure it’ll taste good too.”
This is already good considering that this is his first time making buns.
Then, she added, “I’m serious. This is your first time making this, and you even know how to prepare the dough and the cheese without anyone teaching you. That’s amazing!”
Curtis nodded in agreement. “It looks like I’m talented at making food.”
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, you’ll 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, “It’s probably the oranges. Open the door, will you?”
“It’s raining. Aren’t you just tormenting them by asking them to deliver oranges here?” 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. “Huh? Is this where… Mr. Faymon stays?”
“Yes. He’s busy in the kitchen right now.” Rayna’s 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. “Please move it in for me.”
“Oh, okay.”
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, “Mrs. Faymon, I’ll take my leave now. Please ask Mr. Faymon to just call the orchard if there’s anything else you’d like to eat. I’ll deliver it to your doorstep.”
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 Rayna’s face, and she glanced in the direction of the kitchen at the man with a smile on her face.
There were no women’s shoes and things other than hers at the residence.
Maybe he didn’t get a new girlfriend. Maybe it’s 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.
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