Chapter 662

Rayna tugged at the comer of his shirt and pleaded. “Please? Let me come with you.”

She looked so pitiful that Curtis' heart softened. He eventually found himself relenting and permitting her to accompany them on their journey.

Rayna could finally relax. “By the way, what did Mr. Yeast tell you earlier?” she asked as she munched on a piece of pancake Curtis gave her.

Curtis stopped mid-motion as he was about to place a plate of spaghetti on the coffee table. He quickly came up with a different excuse. “Oh, it was just a small matter at work. Nothing significant.”

“Oh, I see,” came Rayna's reply.

Rayna and Curtis had a simple yet satisfying dinner at the hotel after then two-hour hike, which had been incredibly tiling. After the meal, Rayna was so exhausted that she could hardly keep her eyes open. She curled up on the couch and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

After Curtis cleared the mess on the table, he carried Rayna up from the couch and walked into the bathroom.

It was a rainy night in Norwal City.

A man in a khaki coat emerged from his black sports car parked in the three hundred square meters wide courtyard of Windshadow Mansion. He strode toward the entrance and went inside the mansion.

the mansion. Octavia stood on the stairs lazily. Clad in a red silk nightgown, she teased, “I thought you won't be home

out of his coat and tossed it on the couch. Giving her

need help getting into a house like yours?” Octavia asked. She then removed the dangling earrings from her ear lobes and tossed them to the man standing on the stairs below her “Six months ago, you said you were going to

of the man. Her long, slender fingers brushed across the man's chest. “How

and marched to the wine cabinet. After pouring himself a glass of wine, he downed it

to Shvomhid Mountain,” came Octavia's answer. She rubbed her hand that

gave a curt order. “Either

you think. You're in Nonval City, and I'm going to be here for the time being. I won't move into a hotel. We're in tliis

Octavia jolted in surprise downstairs. She muttered under her breath, “Why did he get so angry? He chose

mind as her lips curled. “Nonval

had tossed her suitcase

me leave the country and, as a result, I promise not to

“Thibault, I

the bedroom, about to hurl a white gift box down. Seeing

the living room. The sound of breaking glass could be heard coming

buttons on liis shirt and took off his prosthetic arm. His sleeve hung loosely as he asked icily, “Ms. Octavia, do you have a bad

where liis aim should be. Pursing her lips, she responded stubbornly, “That wasn't entirely my fault. It was that woman's fault that you lost

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