His Precious Love

Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Out Of Luck

Rayna woke up dizzy, and she was still feeling a slight discomfort in her stomach. I think I’m having my period. She massaged her head and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Upon getting out of her bedroom, she noticed movements in the kitchen. It seems like Jessica is in the kitchen.

Rayna saw the oatmeal and a few side dishes on the dining table, so she assumed that Jessica had made them. “Not bad, Jessie! You’re capable of making breakfast now!” she praised before sitting down at the table.

Jessica came out of the kitchen with a plate of bagels in her hands. With a gleeful smile, she answered, “Of course! Although I don’t cook, I can still make oatmeal. Try these bagels. I bought them at the supermarket last night.”

“You went to the supermarket last night?” Rayna froze for a moment before asking, “Did you only fetch me from Plum Blossoms after that?”

“Mr. Faymon sent you home last night.”

Upon hearing that, Rayna finally recalled what had happened the night before. I think I was squatting down by the road when I was waiting for Jessica to pick me up. After that, Uncle Curtis came up to me, and we had a chat before he said he would send me home. I don’t have any recollection of what happened afterward.

“Oh, I see…” Rayna was holding the bagel in her hand, and she was overwhelmed with embarrassment. It’s always Uncle Curtis sending me home whenever I’m drunk. Would he think I’ve been doing it on purpose? She then added, “I shouldn’t have drunk so much! I’ve embarrassed myself.”

“What’s so embarrassing about that? Mr. Faymon wasn’t even angry.” While grinning, Jessica uttered in an ambiguous tone, “Mr. Faymon even had your period stains on his sleeves. Still, he was in a good mood, and he carried you to the bathroom!”

Rayna was rendered speechless, and all she could do was rub her temples in embarrassment. How embarrassing is that? I don’t even dare to think about what happened last night. How am I supposed to face Uncle Curtis after this?

After breakfast, Rayna was still feeling ashamed when she was on her way to work.

Meanwhile, Jessica urged, “Don’t be so ashamed of yourself anymore. I think Mr. Faymon only sent you back because he’s into you. What if—”

her speech. Since there were a lot of people on

you can’t date a man

a side-eye. “You said he’s going to bring misfortune to his wife, so he can only get married in his thirties. What

Rayna’s arm and giggled. “That’s right, but I’m just asking you to date Mr. Faymon. After all, I think you guys would make

a loss for words upon hearing that. In fact, she could feel a headache coming just from listening to those words. Hence, she ignored Jessica and whipped out her phone to

and noticed that the messages were sent by BC’s

event held by BC on Twitter. Rayna won a car, so BC was telling her to collect her car from one of their stores within the next fifteen

three times in a row. That’s my username, and I’ve indeed won a car! With

messages on the phone. Upon giving

“I think I’ve used up

Jessica couldn’t suppress the excitement within her, and she shouted, “Do you have a driving license? Does this mean we won’t need to

the car?” Rayna asked. “Although we won the car with my Twitter account, you were the one who participated

and said, “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that we won! We don’t have to sell the car. Since you have a driving license, let’s just go to work with a car from now on. It’s so tiring to

nodded

and her expression turned

“Hi, Edith,” Rayna greeted.

and

seat, she still couldn’t shake Jefferson off. When she arrived at her desk, there was a fragrant camellia

Rayna massaged her temples

and said, “Rayna, there’s a meeting for the

it’s a meeting for the executives, why should I go?” Rayna asked in a

name was in it.” The colleague then showed Rayna a screenshot of the email and whispered, “The email I told you about was deleted by Edith. Remember to go over, okay? If Edith asks you anything,

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