His Precious Love

Chapter 9

Not Easy Rayna stilled briefly as she realized why he had looked at her stomach like that. “It’s not what you think, Mr. Faymon,” she explained, feeling her cheeks warm. “I just had a little too much for breakfast, so my stomach isn’t feeling so well.” Curtis lowered his head, finally having the time to observe her. The woman looked completely different from when they had met at the bar. That night, she had an alluring slip dress on and had boldly thrown herself into his arms in a drunken stupor. This time, she was wearing a grey suit that accentuated her perfect figure. Not only that, but with her thin, pale-colored high heels along with her hair tied in a ponytail, she looked like a lady boss. Rayna kept her head especially low, as though she was afraid of meeting his gaze, and the fragrance she wore wafted into Curtis’ nostrils. The man felt his abdomen tighten. Thanks to their encounter in the hotel room that night, he knew how seductive the woman could be. “Julian is my nephew, so shouldn’t you be referring to me as Uncle Curtis?”

herself involved with Curtis. It’s been half a month. I thought he’d have forgotten all about that by now! “Oh, s-sorry, Uncle Curtis.” Rayna took a few steps back as her legs quivered slightly. “I really wasn’t entirely sure if that was you. I just sort of lost myself after seeing how handsome you looked.” The man stared at her in silence. Rayna couldn’t help but feel unsettled as the atmosphere grew tense. She then sighed with relief only after Curtis retracted his finger. “I heard you’ve been married to Julian for over a year,” he mentioned out of the blue. Rayna knew what he

latter hung up after a few more exchanges. “I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon. Something came up. I have to go now,” she remarked anxiously, worried about her mother. “A family member’s gotten into a bit of an accident.” Curtis had vaguely heard the phone conversation. Seeing how frantic the woman looked, he decided not to question her further. “Go ahead.” “Thank you.” Then she left in a hurry, forgetting to give his cufflink back. Being the efficient worker he was, Gabriel had already sent the Sumanthovean representatives off by the time Curtis came out. “We’ve received the lab reports on that plant, Mr. Faymon,” the assistant announced in a slightly excited tone while handing a document over to