His Precious Love

Chapter 157 Heartache

Seeing that Naomi was making her way toward the conference room, Curtis trailed behind her. However,

he did not go in and only caught a glimpse of Rayna through the half-open door. She was standing

before the desk, pointing at the screen behind her as she spoke.

He observed the slender figure in silence.

The woman was wearing a flax-colored knitted dress that day, and her hair was tied neatly into a

ponytail, making her look professional. Moreover, she had exquisite facial features and exuded a cold,

elegant aura that commanded respect.

Unlike her previous mild-mannered self, she carried herself with confidence and pride as of then.

That was the result of his training.

Looking at the all-powerful Rayna, Curtis felt a sense of indescribable satisfaction. A hint of joy surfaced

in his eyes, and after observing her for a little longer, he left the place quietly.

It ended up being a long meeting that lasted well past seven o’clock at night. All of the executives looked

exhausted as they emerged from the conference room.

“Oh my goodness, how could the meeting last all day? I’m so tired!”

“Me too.”

“Did you guys notice that Ms. Garland is far scarier than Mr. Faymon during meetings? She seems to

have absolutely no concept of time.”

The executives chattered among themselves while making their way downstairs. Soon enough, they had

the shock of their lives when they noticed the subject of their discussion—Curtis—was sitting in the living

room.

Why is Mr. Faymon here? Could it be that he has some sort of relationship with Ms. Garland?

They began speculating as soon as they saw Curtis, but none of them dared to utter their thoughts

aloud. Wearing smiles, the executives greeted him and got out of the mansion right away.

About five minutes later, Rayna finally came downstairs, rubbing her shoulders as she went down the

steps.

“Being a CEO is much more tiring than being an employee,” she mumbled. Only when she saw Curtis in

the living room did she recall that she was in his mansion.

Rayna smacked her forehead, frustration written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon. The meeting

ran longer than I expected. I’ll go cook right away.”

“No need. Let’s just order takeout.” His heart ached at the sight of her weary expression.

“It’s all right. I can cook up a quick meal.” As she spoke, she was already dashing into the kitchen.

Standing from a distance, she began to fill him in on the contents of their meeting that day.

Meanwhile, Curtis poured some milk into a cup, thinking of heating it for Rayna so that she could have a

good night’s sleep later.

Right then, a dull thud sounded in his ears.

He scanned his surroundings and noticed a person lying on the ground when his gaze landed on the

kitchen. A cloud passed over his face, and he instantly went to the kitchen in his wheelchair. At the same

time, he dialed the doctor’s number with his other hand.

“Rayna!”

Curtis mustered his strength to bend over and gently tapped Rayna’s face to wake her up. At that

moment, he was overwhelmed with anxiety.

Alas, the woman showed no response.

Seeing that her face still had some color, he placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.

Rayna was not running a fever. It appeared that she had fallen asleep, as indicated by her steady

breathing.

Curtis’ gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, after which he finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The doctor, who had hurried over, gave Rayna a checkup and found that there was nothing wrong with

her. She had merely overworked herself.

Nonetheless, the doctor advised, “She’s probably under great stress, so it’s best if she doesn’t stay up

late and sleep earlier instead. If she continues overworking herself, it may affect her menstrual cycle.”

Curtis nodded in understanding. “Thank you.”

Once he sent the doctor away, he opened a bottle of liquid medicine and poured some of its content into

a spoon before feeding it to Rayna.

The medicine emanated a pungent smell and was bitter to taste. Thus, she spat it out right after he fed

her, and a frown formed on her beautiful face.

Curtis was helpless. How can she recover if she refuses to take her medicine?

He gave it another try, and that time around, the spoon was almost knocked to the ground. Left with no

other choice, he could only resort to his previous method. Curtis held the medicine in his mouth and

brought his lips toward hers, forcing her to drink it.

He could smell the faint scent of coffee in her mouth and assumed she must have had plenty during the

meeting. It was a bittersweet taste.

Unable to help himself, Curtis deepened the kiss and only let her go after a long while.

The brownish medicine dripped from the corner of her lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb. Watching

the fast-asleep Rayna, he felt his heart soften and ache for her.

The next day, Rayna woke up feeling invigorated. A puzzled expression crossed her face when she

noticed she was sleeping on the bed while wearing the same outfit as the previous day. She could not

remember how she got there, so she asked Curtis about it when she bumped into him downstairs.

“You fainted in the kitchen, so I carried you upstairs.”

“Really?” Stunned, Rayna did not quite know what to say. “Y-You could’ve just given me a blanket, Mr.

Faymon. You didn’t have to…”

Her voice trailed off as she imagined Curtis lifting her up and bringing her upstairs. How awkward!

“You’re not that heavy. Quite similar to Kristie, actually.” Curtis lifted the newspaper and began reading

through it casually. “It’s just that you knocked your head on the handrail a few times as I brought you up

the stairs.”