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?”

flashed a smirk and threw the

shoulder and his face. It was so icy that it sent shivers down his spine. Yet, the woman right across from him

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

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

didn’t dodge any of the snowballs and let them hit him. Occasionally, he would make some snowballs and throw them back at

snow shovel in her hands, she built a huge snowman with

was extremely satisfied and didn’t mind her hands being frozen by

few years ago, she had told Jefferson that she wanted to

Jefferson agreed.

snowing heavily in Yartran. Jefferson visited Rayna earlier and brought her out on

received a call. Later, he

that matter happened, and she

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

was already midnight, and it

warm them up. Helplessly, yet dotingly, he said, “We had a snowball fight, and we built a snowman. It’s time to sleep now. We will catch a cold if

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

at her fixedly. “Did you do something

“I didn’t!”

put on a stern expression. However, he couldn’t bring himself to speak harshly to

decision. I shouldn’t have promised to become your wife so soon.

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

honestly.

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

were the only ones at the resort, Rayna still blushed upon hearing his remarks. She punched him and exclaimed,

I like

greater than she

in the morning, the snow gradually became heavier, forming

the mansion, Rayna rested her head on Curtis’

She dreamed about Jefferson.