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.

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

man shrugged out of his coat and tossed it on the couch. Giving her a cold look, he asked. “Who let

on the stairs below her “Six months ago, you said you

eyes sparkled seductively as she made her way down the stabs to stand in front of the man. Her

awray. He unbuttoned his shirt and marched to the wine cabinet. After pouring himself a glass of wine, he downed it in one swig, the liquid burning

that Thibault had roughly slapped awray.

looking at her. Thibault gave a curt order. “Either you move out yourself, or I kick

stairs and declared, “I did everything you told me to! I don't care what you think. You're in Nonval City, and I'm going to be here for the time being. I won't move into a

doorknob, hesitating before pushing the door open. He then slammed it shut with such force that Octavia jolted in surprise downstairs. She muttered under her breath, “Why did

across her mind as her lips

whirled around to realize that Thibault had tossed her suitcase down from the second floor. “Thibault, tliis is too

as a result,

at him. “Thibault, I dare you to

just said that when Thibault emerged from the bedroom, about to hurl a white gift box down. Seeing that, she implored. “Please don't throw7

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

had just heard a joke. He slowly undid the 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 memory

she responded stubbornly, “That wasn't entirely my fault.

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