His Precious Love

Chapter 314 It Is Just A Nightmare

After leaving the club, Curtis didn’t return to the hotel with Theodore and the rest. Instead, he brought Rayna to a private car by the roadside, seemingly wanting to go somewhere else.

Rayna glanced outside the window, unsure of where they were going. “Why aren’t we going back to the hotel? Are you hungry?” she asked Curtis.

“I am quite hungry,” Curtis replied in a deep voice.

Rayna wasn’t innocent. Her cheeks immediately flushed red when she caught on to the meaning behind his words. She punched him lightly. We’re lucky that the chauffeur doesn’t understand Chanaean!

The car left the city quickly. The chauffeur followed the direction on the GPS and drove all the way to a resort.

The resort had a modest yet graceful Jetroinian architectural style. A thin layer of snow covered the rooftops and trees, making the entire place look surreal.

“It’s beautiful!” Rayna was completely in awe of the gorgeous scenery before her eyes. She watched the warm breath she exhaled disappear into thin air. “It’s like I’m in a fairy tale world!”

Curtis walked to her side and chuckled softly. “The snow wasn’t heavy today, so it didn’t pile up. I requested someone to create some snow manually to show you this magnificent scenery.”

Rayna turned around to look at him. “There I was wondering why the snow is so thick! It’s actually manmade snow, huh?”

“Anything to fulfill your wish to build a snowman, Mrs. Faymon,” Curtis said as he helped her put on a scarf. “I’ve booked the entire place for today. You can stay in whichever room you prefer and have fun wherever you please.”

“It’s expensive, isn’t it?” Rayna could feel her heart ache. It must cost a fortune to book the entire resort and hire someone to create the synthetic snow.

“It’s all right. It’s just three hundred thousand per night.”

Rayna gasped in astonishment.

After a few seconds, she bent down to grab some snow while mumbling, “No. I must spend every second I have in this resort wisely. We can’t waste the money!”

“Mrs. Faymon, are you planning to build a palm-sized snowman with your hands?” Curtis passed her a snow shovel.

“I’m not…” Rayna dragged her last words as she formed a ball of snow in her hands while stepping backward.

“Hmm?”

she flashed a

attack. The snowball hit his shoulder and his face. It was so icy that it sent shivers down his spine. Yet, the woman

after her while pretending to be angry. “You’ve gotten bolder now, huh, to throw

She started running on the snowy ground while grabbing more snow and making it into snowballs to throw at the man. She

the snowballs and let them hit him. Occasionally, he would make some snowballs and throw them back at her, enjoying the snowball

a snowball fight for a while, Rayna was panting and drenched in sweat. With the snow shovel in her

the snowman that was about two meters tall. She was extremely satisfied and didn’t mind

abroad a few years ago, she had told Jefferson that she

Jefferson agreed.

brought her out on a date, telling her they would build a snowman

they exited the theater and wanted to go build a snowman, Jefferson received a call. Later, he

matter happened, and she sent him to

mind suddenly, causing her to space out at the thought. It wasn’t until she heard the cheerful Christmas carols that she finally regained her

that it was already midnight,

fight, and we built a snowman. It’s time to sleep now.

daze and looked at him. Although his expression was icy, his eyes were filled with warmth. She couldn’t help but

Curtis looked at her fixedly. “Did you do something

“I didn’t!”

why are you so passionate all of a sudden?” Curtis put on a stern expression. However, he couldn’t bring himself to speak harshly to her. “You were spacing out while staring at the snowman just

wife so soon. Think

her statement. “Are you complaining that I’m too old

honestly.

into his arms and walked toward the nearest mansion. “Let’s go

old perv!” Even though they were the only ones at the resort, Rayna still blushed upon hearing

like the bed,” Curtis replied

for her was greater than she

became heavier, forming a thick layer on the

on Curtis’

She dreamed about Jefferson.