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?”

moment, she flashed a smirk

his shoulder and his face. It was so icy that it sent shivers down his spine.

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

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

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

in sweat. With the snow shovel in

was about two meters tall. She was extremely satisfied and didn’t mind her hands being frozen by the chilly wind. “My wish to build a

few years ago, she had told Jefferson that she wanted to build a snowman

Jefferson agreed.

around the corner, it began snowing heavily in Yartran. Jefferson visited Rayna earlier and brought her out

a call. Later, he sent her back to the university as he

happened, and she sent

to space out at the thought. It wasn’t until she heard the cheerful Christmas carols that

turned out that it was already midnight, and it was

he said, “We had a snowball fight, and we built a snowman. It’s time to sleep now. We will catch a cold if we stand in

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

Curtis looked at her fixedly.

“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

regretting my decision. I shouldn’t have promised to become your wife so soon. Think about

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

honestly.

nearest

Rayna still blushed upon hearing his remarks. She punched him and exclaimed, “I’ll make you sleep on the floor

I like the bed,” Curtis

her was greater than

the morning, the snow gradually became heavier, forming a thick

Curtis’ arm and slept soundly. However, she

She dreamed about Jefferson.