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…”

she kissed heated up, and that heat wormed its way into his heart. He could

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

but he’s still feeling

Rayna felt the urge to

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

his lips before letting her kisses trail

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

was then she realized that the man had clear, bright eyes. She stiffened. Then, her face heated up

head and

was I just

heard the man’s quiet chuckle, she hammered his chest and huffed, half-embarrassed and half-mad. “Why are

I won’t laugh anymore.” Curtis embraced her. “Thank you for protecting

strange to

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

anyone use your

her head. “I had it with me the entire time, but my account

move on me on my territory. They must think that

in you,” Rayna said, realizing that she had underestimated the complexity of

hand to his lips to kiss it. “That’s why you were in a

she wanted to, so she resorted to merely

shouldn’t have come here to suffer for

really badly? Let

kicked him down from the couch. She was angry, but she was

a resigned voice, Curtis

“Shut up!”

the 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

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

close to giving

back out, she saw Curtis walking over to the wall lamp and taking something out

the entire night?” Rayna’s face turned as white as a sheet when she figured out what the item was. “Did I show

she felt the

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

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

you were the one who

the verge of tears. “What do I do now? I don’t want to show up on those websites! This is so embarrassing! I’ve never been as embarrassed as now in

coaxed her, “All right, all right, this is all my fault, okay? Why are