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.

she spoke, she was already dashing into the kitchen. Standing from a distance, she

Curtis poured some milk into a cup, thinking of heating it for Rayna so that she could have a good night’s sleep

thud

noticed a person lying on the ground when his gaze landed on the kitchen. A cloud passed over his face,

“Rayna!”

strength to bend over and gently tapped Rayna’s face to wake her up. At that moment,

the woman

that her face still had some color, he placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Rayna was not running a fever. It

for a few seconds, after which he

and found that there was nothing wrong with her. She had

she doesn’t stay up late and

in understanding.

medicine and poured some of its

spat it out right after he fed her, and a frown

was helpless. How can she recover if she

choice, he could only resort to his

smell the faint scent of coffee in her mouth and assumed

kiss and only let her go after

it off with his thumb. Watching the fast-asleep Rayna, he felt his heart soften

noticed she was sleeping on the bed while wearing the same outfit

fainted in the kitchen,

what to say. “Y-You could’ve just given me a blanket, Mr.

lifting

not that heavy. Quite similar to Kristie, actually.” Curtis lifted the newspaper and began reading through it casually. “It’s just that you knocked your

Shocked, Rayna instinctively touched her

at length before covering his lips with his hand,

about anything that

only teasing her. With her brows furrowed,

after breakfast and return by noon once

rest if

the remaining matters. “You’re the CEO. If you need to take care of every single

this time,” retorted Rayna. It concerned Faymon Group’s survival, after all. Before Chester

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