Curtis hummed an answer coldly and murmured, âI donât want it anymore. You can sell it off.â
The manager froze, thinking she had misheard Curtisâ words. âMr. Faymon, are you sure you donât want this pink diamond?â
âYes. Is there anything else?â
When the manager heard the coldness in Curtisâ tone, her heart tensed. âAll right, Mr. Faymon. The deposit will beââ
...
Alas, the call ended before she could even finish.
The manager was left dumbfounded for a long time. She could not understand why Curtis asked them to pick a pink diamond months ago and give it an extremely high price only to say he did not want it anymore now.
Nonetheless, she put away the phone and returned to Raynaâs and Jeffersonâs company. âSorry for keeping you waiting. The customer says he doesnât want the pink diamond anymore. You may purchase it at the normal price.â
Jefferson was slightly puzzled, but he quickly put on a smile and said, âHe doesnât want it anymore? Very well. Iâll pay by card.â
After going through a thirty-minute payment process, the pink diamond was finally in their possession.
Rayna felt a little nervous walking out of the store wearing such a large pink diamond. âThis pink diamond looks rather loud in broad daylight. Perhaps I should keep it and bring it out again during the engagement ceremony.â
Jefferson took her hand. âItâs okay. Just keep it on. Let the other women see it. Let them envy you for having such a great husband who bought you such a big pink diamond.â
Smiling, Rayna shot him a glare jokingly. âYouâre so childish!â
When they both arrived at the supermarket, Rayna received a call from Carl.
He complained about Kristie constantly bullying him. Aside from that, he also asked when was Rayna returning, for he wanted to have her cooking.
Glancing at Jefferson who was pushing the cart and picking the ingredients, Rayna had no choice but to hold her tongue.
âMaybe a few days later. Please have your meals at your auntâs for a few more days. Iâll make you all kinds of delicious food when Iâm back.â
Rayna figured Carl would not be lonely with Kristie around. After all, the former wanted to spend more time with Jefferson.
âOkay!â Carl agreed without hesitation. âAnyway, donât forget that youâre pregnant, Ms. Rayna. Make sure you get more rest, okay?â
âYeah, I know.â
As soon as Carl hung up, Kristie, who had been holding her breath by the side, rushed over and asked expectantly, âSo? Did Rayna say when is she coming back?â
Carl merely threw her a glance. âAunt Kristie, do you think youâre more important than her fiancé?â
âTsk. Watch your mouth, you brat.â Kristie pinched his ears and taunted, âI can say the same for you! Look at you. Youâve become a kid no one loves and even comes to my place for free meals every day.â
âYouâre my aunt! Itâs only right that you feed me!â
Kristie rebuked, âAll you know is eat. Why use do I need you when you canât do anything?â
Carl argued, âIf youâre so capable, why donât you call her yourself? Look at you whining away when youâre not the one who made the call. From my point of view, youâre the one whoâs useless.â
âSay it again!â
âYouâre stupid! Youâre picky and spoiled! No one loves you!â
Kristie let out a shriek and leaped off the couch to chase after him. âYou little twerp! Donât you dare run away!â
âIâm not stupid. Why shouldnât I run away?â Carl made a funny face at her.
The duo ran around in the living room, chasing after each other. They made so much noise it made Larissa, who was making dessert in the kitchen, feel dizzy.
Upon hearing the doorbell ringing, Larissa cleaned her hands and went over to open the door.
âHuh? Who are you?â She was stunned to see a middle-aged man standing at the door. âHave you gotten the wrong house?â
âIâm Samson. Mr. Faymon sent me over to take care of Ms. Winton,â he informed.
At the same time, he handed a contract to her.
After flipping through the contract and making sure there were no errors, Larissa opened the door wider and invited Samson in.
âMs. Winton is quite easy to take care of. Itâs just that she can be a little picky with her food. Youâll get used to itââ
âDoes she need anyone to keep her company when she sleeps?â
âIn the past, yes. But not anymore.â Larissa scrutinized him, thinking it was Curtis who told him about that fact. âOh, right. Ms.
Winton still needs to take her medicines. Youâll need to put it in her milk every night.â
Suddenly, Samson stopped in his tracks and watched the duo messing around in the living room. A pained look appeared in his eyes.
âDoes she still have nightmares often?â
âYes. The kitchenâs here.â Larissa pointed at the kitchen and continued, âIâll need you to prepare a meal for me to review. If Ms.
Winton doesnât eat your cooking, then Iâm afraid I canât let you stay.â
âYou brat! Donât run away!â Kristie shouted as she ran in their direction.
She was too focused on running after Carl that she did not see the person in front of him. In the end, she slammed into a wall of sinews.
The impact caused her to fall backwards.
Thankfully, Samson swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
A shocked look spread across her face. As she patted her chest to calm herself down, she wondered how did Larissa have so much strength. The moment she looked up and saw Samsonâs face, her eyes widened.
âPerv*rt! Why are you in my house?â
Larissa piped up, âPlease donât scold him, Ms. Winton. Heâs the one Mr. Faymon sent to take care of you. I canât come in the future since I have to take care of my grandson. His nameâs Samson, by the way.â
âWhat? I donât want him to take care of me. Heâs a perv*rt!â Kristie grumbled.
Just then, she realized Samsonâs arm was still around her waist. Thinking back to the intimate position they were in earlier, Kristie hastily leaped out of his embrace and complained to Larissa. âLook! He touched my waist! Heâs so shameless!â
âDonât be so narcissistic, Aunt Kristie. He was only helping you up when you almost fell just now. Stop thinking that everyoneâs interested in you just because youâre pretty,â Carl uttered with disdain.
Kristie gave him a gentle smack on the head. âYou twit. I am the most beautiful person on earth. Why? Canât you accept it?â
Carl was caught off guard by Kristieâs smacking, so he held his head and wailed.
âIâll borrow him for a while.â Samson smiled and swooped Carl up. âI have something to tell him.â
Then, he brought the child to a bedroom and shut the door.
In the meantime, Kristie froze for several seconds before she finally registered what Larissa had said. She turned to look at Larissa and asked, âIsnât he sent here by Curt? How is it that he knows that brat? And whatâs with that âI have something to tell himâ? Why does he have to go to my room?â
Alas, Larissa shook her head. âIâm not too sure either.â
Kristie conjured up all kinds of crazy ideas, which made her rush over and knock on her bedroom door. âHey, open the door! I wonât let you off if lay a finger on my nephew! Open the door, you perv*rt! Iâm going to call the police if you donât! I mean it!â
Kristie banged the door frantically for a long time until her hands were sore.
Just as she was about to make a police report, the door finally opened.
Immediately, Carl scurried out of the room, picked up his baseball cap from the living room, and fled.
âWhere are you going, you brat?â
Seeing that, Kristie attempted to run after him, but her wrist was caught hold by someone.
âDonât worry. Heâs just going to discuss something with Mr. Faymon. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Iâll cook for you,â
said Samson.
âUgh! I donât want you to take care of me.â Kristie pulled her hand free. Everything about him disgusted her. âI want Curt to find me someone younger. Youâre too old!â
âDo you want to have some pork chop with cream sauce?â
Kristie was dumbfounded; she did not know how to talk back all of a sudden. Instead, she began salivating over the mere thought of the food. âIs it yummy?â
Smiling, Samson said, âYes. I promise youâll love it.â
âOh, please.â Kristie snorted, unwilling to believe him. âMdm. Lovettâs cooking is great, but I can only take a few mouthfuls.â
âWhat about this? If the food I make is yummy, then youâll have to let me stay.â
After giving it some thought, Kristie agreed, âRemember what you said! Donât go saying that Iâve bullied you when things donât turn out the way you wanted.â
Fine. Iâm going to make him accept the reality and get lost sooner.
When Larissa saw how well Kristie got along with Samson, she left the house quietly. Well, thereâs nothing much I can do here now. Iâll just come over tomorrow if his cooking is not acceptable.