His Precious Love

Chapter 115 Is Uncle Curtis Getting Married

She began to feel an intense heat in her body as the man’s warmth lingered on her lips. When she was about to lose all self-control, she quickly returned to her condominium and took a shower to tame that steamy sensation.

On Monday morning, Rayna drove Jessica to the office. The latter would normally spend forty minutes on her daily commute to work, but she managed to cut her travel time by half today. Having a car is so convenient!

After entering the office, Rayna noticed some wedding favors on her desk. In fact, everyone had received them at their respective workstations.

She grinned and asked her colleague, “What are the wedding favors about? Is someone getting hitched?”

“It’s Ms. Faymon from the planning department,” the colleague replied. “I heard she’s pregnant and will be marrying someone from a prominent family in Mapleton next month. The wedding favors are from her.”

“Really?” Rayna seemed baffled. Hadn’t she vowed not to marry anyone since the son of a government official from Frosa hurt her feelings? Yet, all of a sudden, she’s ready to tie the knot? Getting pregnant at her age can be risky as she is a few years older than Curtis. Did something happen to the Faymon family?

Nevertheless, Rayna did not let those questions get to her as she had tons of work to do.

She texted Curtis about it but did not get an immediate response.

She did not receive a reply from him in the afternoon—not even the next day. In fact, he did not even come to the office for the next few days. Brooklyn, too, disappeared after giving out the wedding favors.

The office remained peaceful as nothing major happened.

A few days later, Kristie came to Faymon Group in a huff and confronted Rayna in her department.

“I always thought you’re good at seducing men.” Feeling disappointed, Kristie tossed a newspaper on her desk and glowered at Rayna. “How could you allow someone else to take advantage of you? What has become of you?”

Rayna was confused to hear that. When she lowered her head to read the newspaper, a photo of an intimate young couple caught her attention.

Curtis Faymon will be tying the knot with Ms. Jasmine Sanders from Lorentz

instantly felt her blood run cold. U-Uncle Curtis is

so useless, Rayna!” Kristie poked the newspaper with her index finger as if she was poking Rayna. “Since when did that woman hook up with Curt? I wasn’t aware of

Someone stole your man. Are you not mad?” she continued

senses amidst Kristie’s angry outburst. She pressed her lips together and said calmly, “Kristie, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood my relationship with Mr. Faymon. There’s

were in Tyrandas—” Kristie stopped in her tracks as she recalled Curtis’ warning. Instead of completing her sentence,

Rayna asked, “Tyrandas?”

it, she remembered Kristie did say something that made no sense to Curtis when she had regained consciousness. Why don’t I have any clue about what happened at

Kristie pouted, expressing her dismay. “I

an embarrassment. Do you know what she did for a living? Moreover, Jasmine is an

Sanders’ family background has nothing to do with me,” Rayna said. She was not in the mood to continue this conversation with Kristie. “Go ahead and do what you want,

has been ignoring me, and he refused to take my calls. You should

continued, “Can we call a truce and get rid of that woman first? You don’t want

as my rival, Ms. Winton, so please stop thinking of me as your enemy,” Rayna said. “Secondly, Mr. Faymon can marry anyone he likes. There’s

that point, she just wanted Kristie to leave her alone. “I still have a lot of work to do, Ms.

“You—”

please see Ms.

to escort her out. After

after Kristie had left, but Rayna was not in the mood to go through the documents

a few days ago, and today,

the talk of the town. Rayna noticed that everyone in Faymon Group was also

secretarial department, Naomi, too, expressed her disbelief. “Mr. Faymon told me he’d be busy these two days, but it never crossed

with a faint smile. “Maybe they have known each other for a long

Sanders,” Naomi said softly. “I heard Old Mr. Faymon was admitted to the hospital and is now hanging by a thread. All the Faymons are