NovelEnglishChapter 279 Amy messaged on Whatto ask about a patient's status. By the tLeanne had texted back, Curtis was already rolling up his sleeves and heading into the kitchen.
Dressed in a posh suit that seemed out of place amidst the homely kitchen atmosphere, his hands caught her attention-long fingers, veins subtly pronounced under the skin, extending down to his forearms.
He deftly chopped the ingredients with finesse, his hands moving elegantly.
Leanne curled back under her blanket, lulled into sleep again by the soothing, ambient noise of the simmering concoction.
Sometimes, a gaze can feel tangible, warming. Slowly waking, Leanne's eyes met Curtis'.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe sat on the floor, chin rested on his hand, quietly watching her.
Noticing her awake, he playfully pinched her nose, "Sleepyhead." With a sore throat, Leanne wasn't keen on talking. She pushed his hand away and sat up.
"Thirsty?" Curtis offered her a cup.
Taking it, Leanne was hit by a subtly sweet, herbal aroma, snapping her to alertness.
Noticing her hesitation, Curtis said, "Sas yesterday. Saw you liked it, so I made smore. Taste it, is it better than yesterday's?" Leanne hadn't expected him to bring up yesterday's drink. Asking would mean she c potentially giving him ammunition to tease her with.
Given their current relationship, it was best not to ask.
She sipped quietly, noticing a slight difference. Curtis' batch was lighter; yesterday's more sugar.
"Did Suzan make it yesterday?" she asked.
Curtis looked up, not denying it, and said with a hint of meaning, "She brought it over. Doesn't mean she made it." Leanne was taken aback.
"Suzan's showed up yesterday with an herbal aroma with her, it was the sI smelled an herbal dessert shop." It was unexpected for Leanne.
To think Suzan would present store-bought drinks as her own, how many masks was s wearing? Seemed like she didn't love Curtis as much as she claimed.
1/2 0 Chapter 279 Still, it wasn't conclusive.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Maybe she had a meal there and decided to make you the drink afterwards." Curtís smirked, "Silly, she doesn't lovelike you do." Speechless, Leanne thought, “Who said anything about loving you?" "Besides, you're sick. What matters is it works, doesn't matter who made it," he added casually. "Even if it were made by, let's say, a fairy, you'd drink it." Leanne retorted, “I don't have the ego you do.” The idea of a fairy making her a drink was amusing.
Curtis watched her, amusement in his eyes, "Jealous?" Jealousy meant she cared, despite putting up a cold front.
"Don't flatter yourself," Leanne muttered, taking another sip.
Curtis, amused, teased further, "So, whose is better? Mine or Suzan's?" "You better shut up." Her illness had hit suddenly, scommitments unavoidable. Curtis, amidst his busy schedule, made a point to chjust to cook for her.
After sharing a meal, he had to rush off for a client meeting.
Leanne spent most of the afternoon asleep, finally feeling better as her temperature dropped below 38 degrees. Feeling somewhat better, she messaged Caleb asking tell Curtis not to bother coming back.
Curtis had been efficient with his work today, albeit with a different pace, seeming and more refreshed with the aim to get back to his convalescing wife. He even uncharacteristically conceded during negotiations to wrap things up quicker than planned.
The meeting, expected to last two hours, concluded in just one and a half. The client visiting from om Malaysia, was pleasantly surprised by the smooth proceedings. Curtis' E congeniality left a lasting impression, making the client feel almost regretful the meet had to end so soon. 2/2
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