His Precious Love

Chapter 616

The restaurant manager was about to ask someone when the VIP manager from the private room told Curtis, “Mrs. Faymon just left around five minutes ago. Did you not see her?”

Upon hearing that, Curtis was instantly displeased. He was about to turn around and leave when he noticed Rayna walking over to him.

With a smile, Rayna strode over to Curtis. She naturally grabbed his arm and uttered, “How do you know I'm here?”

“Mr. Yeast heard it when he was on the call with you.” Curtis reached out to brush back a few strands of Rayna's hair. His sharp eyes immediately noticed her slightly reddened eyes, and his expression darkened.

“Have you eaten?” Rayna blinked at him playfully as she tried to hide her sad emotion.

“I haven't. I was waiting for you.” Curtis immediately saw through his wife's actions and suggested, “How about we have dinner here?”

“It's fine. Let's go home and eat. I miss my children.” Rayna shook her head. She did not come here to eat, as she was here to meet someone. However, since the person didn't want to meet her, there was no reason for her to remain here.

Curtis intertwined his hand with hers before walking out of the entrance together. “Okay, let's go home.”

Behind them, the restaurant and VIP managers looked at their retreating figures and heaved sighs of relief.

“Mr. and Mrs. Faymon have never been to our restaurant. Why would they come here today?” the restaurant manager asked the VIP manager with a warning look.

The manager in charge of the VIP room was a woman similar in age to Rayna. When she heard the restaurant manager's query, she smiled and replied gently, “I don't know. Perhaps they heard about Beryl Pavilion's reputation and wanted to visit the restaurant personally.”

With that, she turned and left.

A man wearing a chef uniform stood in the backyard of the kitchen, staring at the road outside through the fence.

In his position, he could clearly see the cars parked near the restaurant and their respective customers.

Rayna and Curtis got on a black Maybach one after another. After a moment, the car slowly drove out of the restaurant. The man only retracted his gaze when the car disappeared out of his sight.

“The woman didn't even order this dish, but you purposely made it and sent it to her in a takeaway bag. However, you refused to meet her when she came looking for you. What's your purpose for doing this?” A loud, piercing female voice with a tint of mockery rang out from behind him.

The man threw his cigarette onto the ground and stubbed it out. He took a deep breath and turned around to face the woman wearing a tightly-fitted suit. “What about you? He's dead, but you came all the way here with me. What's your purpose for doing this?”

“You!” The woman clearly didn't expect the man to retort to her. She scoffed coldly. “Can't I come to see the place he insisted on coming?”

“Okay. It'd better be just that.” The man cast a sharp glance at the woman before returning to the kitchen.

The woman glanced at the kitchen before looking at the road brightly lit by the street lights and fell into deep thought.

...

Meanwhile, Robin was driving the car while sneaking a glance in the rearview mirror. The two people in the back seats were deafeningly quiet, but he could feel the unbearable tension in the air.

Rayna was sitting on the left seat. She turned to face the window as she considered the potential identities of the person. However, no matter how much she tried to recall, she couldn't think of anyone.

“What are you thinking about?” Curtis noticed her expression, and his hand tightened his grip on her as he tried to jolt her back into reality.

Rayna regained her senses upon hearing Curtis' voice. She turned to look at him and fell into his arms. Her head was leaning on Curtis' shoulder as she questioned, “Darling, do you think a different person can make the same dish with the exact taste?”

A different person?

Curtis caught the main point of Rayna's words and arched a brow. “Are you thinking of someone?”

Curtis tried his best to control his jealousy as he explained gently, “Even if the same person prepares the same dish every time, it's impossible to get the exact taste every time.”

Upon hearing that, Rayna nodded in agreement.

He's right. It is typical for the flavor of a dish to vary even when it is prepared by the same person. How is it possible for someone else to even create the same taste? Therefore, it must be because of the guilt I feel that I am thinking of him.

The anxiousness Rayna felt the whole afternoon dissipated upon hearing Curtis' explanation. She finally felt at ease.

“Are you tired?” Curtis felt Rayna was less tense than before. Instead, it seemed as though she was dozing off in his embrace.

Rayna answered softly, “Yes, I feel a little tired.”

“If you're tired, you should sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when we reach home,” Curtis remarked and extended his hand to grab a blanket to place it on Rayna.