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.

thinking of heating it for

then, a dull thud sounded

when his gaze landed on the kitchen. A cloud passed over his face,

“Rayna!”

and gently tapped Rayna’s face to

the woman showed

her face still had some color, he placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Rayna was not

lingered on her for a few seconds, after

had hurried over, gave Rayna a checkup and found that there was nothing wrong with

stress, so it’s best if she doesn’t stay up late and sleep earlier instead. If she continues overworking herself, it

nodded in

and poured some of its content into a spoon

spat it out

recover if she refuses

ground. Left with no other choice, he could only resort

her mouth and assumed she

help himself, Curtis deepened the kiss and only let her go after a long

dripped from the corner of her lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb. Watching the

the bed while wearing the same outfit as the previous day. She could not remember how she got there, so she asked Curtis about it

the kitchen, so I carried you

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

imagined Curtis lifting her up

through it casually. “It’s just that you knocked your head on the handrail a

that make me stupid?” Shocked, Rayna instinctively touched her

her at length before covering his lips with his hand,

just about anything that she’s

figured out he was only teasing her. With her brows furrowed, she stormed into

the day was to head to the office after breakfast and

it would disturb Curtis’ rest if she constantly

that it was unnecessary, for Naomi 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

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

You need to rest,” said Curtis in a tone

hesitation, she