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.

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

thinking of heating it for Rayna so that she could have a good night’s sleep

then, a dull thud sounded

kitchen. A cloud passed over his

“Rayna!”

bend over and gently tapped Rayna’s face to wake her up.

woman

his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Rayna was not running a fever. It appeared that she had fallen asleep, as

seconds, after which

over, gave Rayna a checkup and found that

she doesn’t stay up late and sleep earlier instead.

in understanding.

sent the doctor away, he opened a bottle of liquid medicine and poured some of its content into a spoon before feeding it

she spat it out right after

can she recover if she

was almost knocked to the ground. Left with no other choice, he could only resort to his previous method. Curtis held the

her mouth and assumed

Curtis deepened the kiss and only

from the corner of her lips, and he wiped it off with

bed while wearing the same outfit as the previous day. She could not remember how she got there,

fainted in the kitchen, so I

quite know what to say. “Y-You could’ve just

trailed off as she imagined Curtis lifting her

Kristie, actually.” Curtis lifted the newspaper and began reading through it casually. “It’s just that you knocked your head on the handrail

stupid?” Shocked, Rayna instinctively touched

her at length before covering his lips with his hand, hiding

about anything that

teasing her. With her brows furrowed, she stormed into the kitchen

breakfast and return by noon once she was done taking

Curtis’ rest if she constantly had people

unnecessary, for Naomi would take care of the remaining matters. “You’re the CEO. If you need to take care of every single

concerned Faymon Group’s survival, after all. Before Chester