His Precious Love

Rayna jerked her head to the side.

She took a deep breath before ordering, “There’s no need to strip. Sleep in your clothes!”

“Okay.”

Rayna was accustomed to sleeping on a soft bed. Thus, sleep just would not come as she lay on the

hard bed. Besides, there was Curtis, who had currently “gone off his rocker,” beside her. That made it all

the more difficult for her to sleep.

What exactly is wrong with him?

She cast her mind back to the dinner earlier. He picked up the glass of liquor and took a sniff of it before

saying that the alcohol content was high. Then, he appeared unwell after drinking it. Could it be that he

can’t drink liquor with overly high alcohol content? But on second thought, brandy also contains high

alcohol content. There must be at least a few bottles of brandy at high-end cocktail parties, so he can’t

possibly avoid drinking when he’s in the business field.

Sometime later, the urge to pee gripped Rayna.

She strode over Curtis by the edge of the bed. No sooner had she gotten out of bed than the man’s voice

drifted over from behind her. “Why aren’t you sleeping, Darling?”

Jumping in fright, she answered softly, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No, it’s okay.”

No matter what Rayna said, Curtis was adamant about accompanying her. He took out a small pebble

from somewhere, the luminescence on its surface illuminating the entire room and the two of them.

Defeated, Rayna relented and allowed him to go with her.

The village was not big, and everyone lived together, so the bathroom was also shared. However, it was

outside the village. After leaving the room, they headed out of the village, one after the other.

It was exceedingly quiet outside, with the only occasional sounds from unidentified animals. Apart from

that, there were merely the rustling sounds of their shoes against the dirt road.

When they had almost reached the bathroom, Curtis handed the pebble to Rayna. “Be careful, Darling.”

“Can you please call me something else, Mr. Faymon?”

This address of his simply gives me a peculiar feeling!

Curtis seemingly asked her why with his eyes before murmuring, “Sweetheart.”

Feeling wholly defeated, Rayna whirled around and went to the bathroom. When she came out after a

few minutes, she saw Curtis standing by the sink with a big wooden cup.

“Here, wash your hands, Sweetheart.”

Once more, Rayna was dumbfounded.

After washing her hands, she made her way back with great strides, hoping to quickly fall asleep upon

returning to the room. Then, she would wake up the next morning to a normal Curtis.

Matching her pace, Curtis urged, “Be careful with the baby, Sweetheart.”

Gah! There’s no need to be careful, for there’s no baby at all!

Rayna did not pay her surroundings any mind when she came out, but she then noticed that the shrubs

on both sides of the road were glowing with twinkling lights like stars in the sky.

Halting in her tracks, she moved closer. “These fireflies are so beautiful.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve last seen fireflies.

She crouched there with her chin propped in the palm of her hands, gazing at the fireflies for an eternity

to the point. In fact, she was so immersed in watching them that she forgot all about her surroundings

until a hand reached out and captured a few fireflies.

“Here, this is for you, Sweetheart.” Curtis handed a round glass jar to her. There were several fireflies in

it, casting a bright glow on her face.

Rayna was stunned for a moment. As she took the glass jar from him, she asked, “Why did you catch

them?”

“Because you seem to love them, Sweetheart,” Curtis admitted. Even crouching, he was still half a head

taller than her. She was all that was reflected in his indecipherable eyes.

“They can’t live long in a sealed environment.”

“Even if I don’t catch them, their lifespan is only three days. They’ll still die after that. If they know they

can make others happy, it’ll make their death worthwhile.”

Rayna was entirely stumped.

Leaning over, Curtis brushed her scattered hair to the back of her ivory ear and stated somberly, “As long

as it’s something you like and wish to own, Sweetheart, I’ll do everything in my power to get it for you. If

you want the stars in the sky, I’ll have someone build an observatory. If you want penguins, I’ll have

someone buy two and rear them at home…”

He rambled on and on, his mouth never once closing. As Rayna gazed at him, her heart skipped a beat.

I merely took a double look at the fireflies, and he caught some and placed them into a jar for me to look

at as much as I liked. In fact, he vowed to immediately get me anything I wanted with a single word from

me.

Verily, that offer of his touched her.

I always thought he was cold and indifferent. How could he be so approachable and appealing?

“Curtis.” For the very first time, she called out his name. His countenance gradually took shape before

her eyes. Lifting her head, she kissed him, the kiss scorching and frenetic.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Curtis cradled the back of her head and took over as the aggressor. The

shrubs on both sides of the road lit up like the day as though they were surrounding them.

On a mountain a near distance away, Cillian, who was patrolling with binoculars after finding a vantage

point, happened across that scene.

Crying out in shock, he almost threw the binoculars in his hands away.

“What the h*ll is wrong with you that you’re screaming as though you’re being slaughtered? Do you want

to be blasted to pieces?” James, who was crouched beside him, shot him a dark look.