His Precious Love

Chapter 651

“Though Ringo is the one taking care of things at Terblanc Group, he's doing it in my name. I do not wish their inner circle to drag Jefferson's name through the mud because of this.” Rayna took a deep breath, not allowing Curtis the opportunity to retort as she continued calmly, “I know this may sound very selfish, but this is the last thing I can do for Jefferson. I spoke to you once before about this, and you were supportive then.

“I'm not forcing you to choose, Curtis. I just... hope there aren't any lies in our marriage.” Emboldened by the recovery of her memory, Rayna blurted the words she should have said several months ago.

Though she knew that it was not the right day to discuss the matter, she feared she would never get another chance if she did not do so, and she would never stop doubting Curtis.

Though Curtis had not said anything since Jefferson's death, she noticed on occasion that he still harbored a grudge toward her relationship with Jefferson.

Curtis doesn't mind that I was once married to Julian, but he does when it comes to Jefferson.

Curtis, however, felt the time was not yet ripe. “I admit I was wrong for hiding Faymon Group's venture into Yartran's real estate scene, but I had a reason for doing so, of which specifics I will delve into later. Faymon Group will not fight for Terblanc Group's business. Trust me. I won't go back on my promise to you.”

He understood Rayna's worries, so he did not wish to tell her anything before the matter was resolved lest her imagination ran wild.

“I trust you,” Rayna replied softly. “One more thing: don't tell anyone that I've regained my memory.”

Curtis froze in his act of picking up his fork and turned his solemn gaze toward Rayna. “Why?”

“Don't you find it strange?” Rayna said slowly. “I sought you out as soon as something happened to the project, then got into a car accident right after. How did they time it so well?”

Curtis' grip tightened around the fork at Rayna's words. “I've wondered about that, too.”

“Indeed. Before we get to the bottom of this, we cannot tell anybody about me regaining my memory yet.” As Rayna spoke, she tried hard to recall the circumstances surrounding her accident.

The large truck, coming from the opposite direction, had clearly been heading for her. Sandwiched from both ends, she was not supposed to survive the accident that day.

It's obvious. They were trying to kill me.

“All right, we'll do as you say.” Curtis' gaze fell onto Rayna. His eyes narrowed when they reached her neck and grew grim.

Curtis worked in his study that afternoon while Rayna sat on the couch there and played with the three children. Despite not being able to see the children, she could no longer contain the affection in her heart.

After regaining her memory, Rayna did not disguise her feelings toward the children, especially Xareni.

Arnaud had abducted Xareni shortly after her birth. Though she ended up safe, the mere memory of the incident gave Rayna palpitations.

The housekeeper knocked on the door to the study when Rayna and the children were lost in peals of laughter. “Your assistant, Ella, is here, Mrs. Faymon.”

Curtis, who had been occupied with work, paused in his task to look up at Rayna on the couch. He waved the housekeeper away before approaching her. “Since Ella is here, let the nanny take the kids.”

Rayna loosened her grip around Xareni's hand, and the nanny stepped forward from the corner to carry the child away.

“You want to come with me?” Rayna asked, leaning against Curtis as he helped her up from the couch. “Do you also wish to ask about Chandler?”

Curtis smoothened her collar, which had been yanked askew by the children. “I saw a person who looked a lot like Chandler two days ago when I was driving.”

In actual fact, they did not just look alike. They were peas in a pod.

Seated on the living room couch, Ella awaited Rayna's arrival.

Accompanied by Curtis, Rayna descended the stairs into the living room ten minutes later.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. We were delayed by another matter,” Rayna began. Curtis helped her to the couch and then sat down beside her.

Ella watched as Curtis seated himself beside Rayna, and her hands on her legs clenched slowly; they looked as if they were about to interrogate her. “What can I do for you, Ms. Garland?”

“Relax. I just have some instructions for you, that's all,” Rayna soothed, having detected Ella's fear in her voice.

“Oh, I see,” Ella replied, though her gaze occasionally flitted toward Curtis.

Aware that Rayna and Curtis' wedding was only several months away, her being summoned to the Faymon residence in his presence caused her an instinctive fear.

Rayna delegated some work to Ella involving Glory Corporation briskly while discussing Chandler.

“Isn't Chandler's assistant, Nora, handling the matter, Ms. Garland?” Ella did not understand why the petty task of babysitting Happy Entertainment had fallen to her.

“Though Nora is in charge, I'm still not reassured. I feel better with you on it as you're more experienced. I'll give you a raise if you take over and handle this well. You don't have to fret over Chandler's problem. Just keep an eye out after them,” Rayna said. “His assistant still handles his daily work, so you don't have to worry about that.”