His Precious Love

Chapter 157 Heartache

Seeing that Naomi was making her way toward the conference room, Curtis trailed behind her. However, he did not go in and only caught a glimpse of Rayna through the half-open door. She was standing before the desk, pointing at the screen behind her as she spoke.

He observed the slender figure in silence.

The woman was wearing a flax-colored knitted dress that day, and her hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, making her look professional. Moreover, she had exquisite facial features and exuded a cold, elegant aura that commanded respect.

Unlike her previous mild-mannered self, she carried herself with confidence and pride as of then.

That was the result of his training.

Looking at the all-powerful Rayna, Curtis felt a sense of indescribable satisfaction. A hint of joy surfaced in his eyes, and after observing her for a little longer, he left the place quietly.

It ended up being a long meeting that lasted well past seven o’clock at night. All of the executives looked exhausted as they emerged from the conference room.

“Oh my goodness, how could the meeting last all day? I’m so tired!”

“Me too.”

“Did you guys notice that Ms. Garland is far scarier than Mr. Faymon during meetings? She seems to have absolutely no concept of time.”

The executives chattered among themselves while making their way downstairs. Soon enough, they had the shock of their lives when they noticed the subject of their discussion—Curtis—was sitting in the living room.

Why is Mr. Faymon here? Could it be that he has some sort of relationship with Ms. Garland?

They began speculating as soon as they saw Curtis, but none of them dared to utter their thoughts aloud. Wearing smiles, the executives greeted him and got out of the mansion right away.

About five minutes later, Rayna finally came downstairs, rubbing her shoulders as she went down the steps.

“Being a CEO is much more tiring than being an employee,” she mumbled. Only when she saw Curtis in the living room did she recall that she was in his mansion.

Rayna smacked her forehead, frustration written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon. The meeting ran longer than I expected. I’ll go cook right away.”

“No need. Let’s just order takeout.” His heart ached at the sight of her weary expression.

“It’s all right. I can cook up a quick meal.” As she spoke, she was already dashing into the kitchen. Standing from a distance, she began to fill him in on the contents of their meeting that day.

into a cup, thinking of heating it for Rayna

then, a dull thud sounded in

when his gaze landed on the kitchen. A cloud passed over his face, and he instantly went to the kitchen in his wheelchair. At the same time, he dialed

“Rayna!”

and gently tapped Rayna’s face to wake her up. At

woman showed no

her forehead to check her temperature. Rayna was not running a fever. It appeared that she had

seconds, after which he finally heaved

Rayna a checkup and found

doesn’t stay up late and sleep earlier instead. If she continues overworking herself,

nodded in understanding.

opened a bottle of liquid medicine and poured

medicine emanated a pungent smell and was bitter to taste. Thus, she spat it out right after he fed her, and a frown formed

helpless. How can she recover if she refuses to

it another try, and that time around, the spoon was almost knocked to the ground. Left with no other choice, he could only resort to his previous method. Curtis held the medicine in his mouth and brought his lips toward

assumed

kiss and only let her go

dripped from the corner of her lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb. Watching the fast-asleep Rayna, he felt his heart soften and ache for

invigorated. A puzzled expression crossed her face when she noticed she was sleeping on the bed while wearing the same outfit as the previous day. She could not remember

fainted in the kitchen, so I carried

to say. “Y-You could’ve just given me a blanket, Mr.

off as she imagined Curtis lifting her

and began reading through it casually. “It’s just that you knocked your head on the handrail a few times as

stupid?” Shocked, Rayna instinctively touched

length before covering his

just about anything that

mean, Mr. Faymon!” Eventually, Rayna figured out he was only teasing her. With her brows

for the day was to head to the office after breakfast and return by noon once she was done

would disturb Curtis’ rest if she constantly had people over

would take care of the remaining matters. “You’re the CEO. If you need to take care of every single thing, then what’s the use of the secretarial

retorted Rayna. It concerned Faymon Group’s survival, after all. Before Chester made his next move, she dared not let

need to rest,” said Curtis

moment of hesitation, she