His Precious Love

Chapter 246 Going To Kill Him

“You were about to inject me with this, weren’t you?” Jefferson asked, his gaze dark.

Fear crept into Naomi’s heart, and her arms started to shake, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not climb back upright.

In the next instance, the needle was inserted into her arm.

Once the syringe’s contents were in Naomi’s bloodstream, Jefferson grabbed her chin and forced her to look at his gentle smile. “Tell Arnaud I’m going to kill him.”

Naomi’s eyes widened, and she panted.

Then, Jefferson threw her off the bed, snatched the chair, and smashed the computer. Without even changing his clothes, he left.

When his subordinate in the corridor saw him, he hurried over and greeted, “Mr. Hamilton.”

“Scram!” Jefferson roared before shoving his subordinate away. A metallic tang rushed up his throat, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood. Weakly, he supported himself against the wall.

“Arnaud! Montail!” Jefferson closed his eyes. Recalling what he saw in the surveillance camera, he grounded out, “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!”

When Curtis came back to the waking land, he woke up with the headache of the year. Then, he noticed something heavy on his chest, and that sobered him up immediately.

It was then he recalled driving to the club and seeing Stephanie entering the room.

Once his eyes were used to the dim lights in the room, he realized there was a woman sprawled on his chest. That certain scent was still strong in the air, and he knew what that meant.

D*mn it.

A homicidal thought formed in Curtis’ mind. Just as he was about to pull the woman away from him, he spotted the pearl earring on the woman’s earlobe and froze.

He had seen that earring many, many times.

While he was still in a daze, the woman sprawled on him woke up. She looked at him groggily and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Curtis let out a sigh of relief upon registering her face.

Thank goodness it’s her.

“I’m so tired,” Rayna mumbled hoarsely, the exhaustion audible in her voice.

She lowered her head to plant a kiss on his chest. Thinking that the drug was still not out of his system, she muttered, “Let me sleep for a little longer, okay? My waist hurts…”

kissed heated up, and that heat wormed its way into

is your heart beating quicker?” Rayna questioned, sober from her

one night, but he’s

felt the urge to skin Stephanie

cheek on the man’s chest, she sighed and said, “All right. I’ll help you out, but I can’t stand, so I’ll help you

lips before letting her kisses trail

bare shoulder, he quickly pulled her up and said, “You don’t

she lifted her head. It was then she realized that the man had clear, bright eyes. She stiffened. Then, her face

head and cried out, “This

I

huffed, half-embarrassed and half-mad. “Why are you still laughing?

right, I won’t laugh anymore.” Curtis embraced her. “Thank you for protecting my reputation, Ms.

felt strange

club. “But I didn’t send you any message. The company had a gathering last night, and I was having a meal with

anyone use

had it with me the entire

a move on me on my territory. They must

that she had underestimated the

it. “That’s why

fingers were starting to heat up. She could not even sit upright even if she wanted to, so she resorted to merely glaring at him. “Look what you’ve done! You were

here to suffer for the whole

hurt really badly? Let me

tightly. At the same time, she kicked him down from the couch. She was angry, but she was

Curtis said, “I just wanted

“Shut up!”

random things Rayna threw at him, Curtis zipped his mouth and put on his pants. Glancing at her torn dress, he quietly made a call

came with a set of new clothes, he had a barely-concealed smile on

to giving him a

clothes to get changed in the restroom. After coming back out, she saw Curtis walking over to the

white as a sheet when she figured out what the item was. “Did I show up in a

she felt the urge to murder

apart the tiny camera, he consoled, “No. I’ll deal with this

cried out. “This won’t hurt you at all! Argh! Curtis, why are

were the one who sent

that much free time to treat you to meals every day?” Rayna was on the verge of tears. “What do I do now? I don’t want to show up on those websites! This

and quietly coaxed her, “All right, all right, this is all my fault, okay? Why are you crying again? Does