His Precious Love

Chapter 526

“Are you asking for a beating, Kristie?” Curtis lifted his hand, acting as if he was going to hit Kristie.

She screamed, bolted toward James, and hit him. “This is your fault! Why did you open the door and let Curt into my house? Aren't you afraid he'll do inappropriate stuff to me?”

In response, James replied, “Don't be so narcissistic. He doesn't like you.”

“What? I dare you to say that again!” Scowling, she twisted his ear. “Not only are you ugly, but you're also talkative! I'll fire you if you are mean to me again!”

“Fine.” Curtis stared at them with a half-smile. “I'll ask Gabriel to find you another one.”

Frowning, Kristie glared at him. “He's my bodyguard, so how I deal with him is my business. Don't interfere! Hmph! Since you said that, I'm not going to fire him anymore!”

Curtis pressed his finger on his chin and remarked leisurely, “You complained that he's ugly and mean to you. In that case, how about I get you a bodyguard as young as me instead?”

“Oh, please!” Upon briefly examining his appearance, she spat with disdain, “Someone like you? You can't even coax Rayna well! I'd rather have James than someone as useless as you!”

That rendered Curtis speechless and angry. He was glowering and looking as though he wanted to punch someone.

Without delay, James carried Kristie on his shoulder and strode into the bedroom before Curtis could explode in anger.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” She hammered his back forcefully and grumbled, “Didn't I say you're not allowed to touch me? Why do you constantly take advantage of me, you old perv*rt?”

“How about you take a break and sleep, Ms. Winton?” he suggested.

“As if I want to do that! Can't you see I was defending you?” Enraged, she questioned, “What if Curt chase you away while I'm sleeping, you id*ot?”

“He won't. Just sleep.” He wasn't in the mood to talk anymore.

“You're my bodyguard, so if I refuse to let you leave, you can't, do you hear me? Don't listen to Curt!”

“Got it.”

Even though the sound of their arguments grew smaller, Curtis was still experiencing a headache. I should've just found a random spot outside and stood there to wait for the food delivery. Why did I come here to suffer?

It was then the doorbell rang.

Upon picking up his coat, he headed to the entrance and opened the door.

Standing outside was a deliveryman in a uniform. He was holding a box of deep-fried prawns. The fragrance of the prawns was so overwhelming that it escaped the box's confines. “Your delivery, sir.”

“Mhm, thank you.” After taking the box, he closed the door instead of reentering the room. Then he took an elevator to Rayna's floor.

Upon arriving at her place, he texted Carl, asking the latter to open the door.

Carl replied: This is Rayna's residence. I'm just a guest here, so without her permission, I'm not allowed to open the door for anyone.

I bet he wrote that because he's still mad about not getting the beef. I'm glad I came prepared with this takeout. Curtis replied with a picture of the prawns he bought.

In less than two minutes, the door opened.

Carl beamed at Curtis after seeing the box in the latter's hand. “Ms. Rayna was the one who asked me to send the message I texted you earlier, Mr. Curtis. Now that she's asleep, I came to open the door for you!”

“Is that so?” Curtis flashed him a fake smile. “So you're saying it wasn't an act of revenge against me for not buying you any beef?”

Upon shaking his head forcefully, Carl stared at him with an innocent look. “Absolutely not! You're the best, Mr. Curtis! Even though it's late at night already, you still bought deep-fried prawns for me! I love you so much, Mr. Curtis!”

Instead of arguing, he handed the takeout box to the boy. “Eat it in your room. Don't forget to get rid of the box when you're done.”

Carl giddily grabbed the box. “While Ms. Rayna has been sleeping for a while, I think you should still observe the situation before going into her room. Otherwise, don't blame me for not helping you if something happens.”

After the boy returned to his bedroom, Curtis was the only one left in the quiet living room.

The man stood in front of Rayna's bedroom for a long time. First, he checked if there was any light under the door. Then, he pressed his ear to the object, listening to any sounds that might be inside. Finally, after he made sure there wasn't any activity in the room, he gently opened the door.

While the bedside lamp was turned on, Rayna was fast asleep.

Happy, who was sleeping on a pair of slippers, opened its eyes and stared at Curtis. It didn't move from its spot, but it did wiggle its tail.

Curtis knew it didn't like to meow because he took care of it for a period. Hence, he stepped into the room without worry.

Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed. Then, he lifted his hand and traced his finger down along her forehead.

His exasperation was put to rest bit by bit as he gazed at her calm sleeping face. Way too many things happened today. It's so ridiculous that I couldn't believe I did those things. If I hadn't asked Jeremy about those medicines, went to the airport this morning without taking his call, and didn't rush to the church to kidnap the bride; I would not have learned the truth about the child. Will things end differently? This woman somehow always makes me lose my cool.

As he continued to gaze at her countenance, he sighed. “Thank goodness for my impulsive act.” Otherwise, we would've missed our chance for the rest of our lives.

Rayna turned her head away as she attempted to sleep on her side because Curtis' touch made her feel itchy.