His Precious Love

Chapter 652

Rayna ate the orange Curtis fed her. “Ella mentioned Glory Corporation's and Happy Entertainment's shares falling. Were you the one handling things on that end?”

“Glory Corporation's shares fell horrendously.” Curtis threw the orange peel into the bin, then picked up another from the coffee table and began peeling it. “I suspect a competitor of theirs is sabotaging them.”

“That's what I thought too.” Propping her legs on the couch, Rayna leaned her head against Curtis' shoulder and clung onto his arm. “Do you think a person could return from the dead, Curtis?”

Though Rayna had not seen Mr. Bridge's face on Conch Island in Yartran, he had called her Belle, and his voice sounded alarmingly like the deceased Jefferson's.

Curtis paused in his act of peeling the orange and lowered his gaze to her. “What are you saying, Rayna?”

“It's just a suspicion. I'm still unsure.” Rayna burrowed her head against his shoulder before continuing, “If Jefferson isn't really dead, I dare not imagine...”

“Are you suspecting the identity of the person who abducted you?” Curtis brought a slice of peeled orange close to Rayna's mouth. “Open up.”

Rayna opened her mouth as she was told to receive the sweet orange slice. “If it really is him, Curtis...”

“Jefferson is dead, Rayna.” It had been Curtis who went with Rayna to attend his cremation.

He did not think the attendant sending the body into the furnace would have made a mistake, nor did he believe Jefferson could have returned to life. Even if Jefferson had survived that day, he would have succumbed to his illness and died one way or another.

“That's true. The real him would not bear to hurt me.” It was not like Jefferson to refrain from seeking medical attention for her after finding out about her injury and loss of sight.

“We'll pay him a visit this weekend.” Curtis knew nobody could replace Jefferson in Rayna's heart. During the interval of their affair, he even disappeared from her life.

Though it still bothered him, he reasoned with himself not to hold a grudge against a dead man.

“I would also like to...” Rayna was considering bringing Xareni along to pay her respects to Jefferson but was worried Curtis would mind.

“Xareni is too young. She may go when she's a little older.” Curtis knew what Rayna wanted to say. Xareni owed her life to Jefferson, and it stood to reason to pay respects to him, but the cemetery was no place for a young child. “We'll bring her when she learns to walk.”

“All right, we'll do that,” Rayna agreed upon considering the fact that her impaired vision would necessitate having to rely on Curtis to ascend the hill, and the inclusion of a child who could not yet walk would only add to the inconvenience.

A man clad in a black jacket pushed open the door to enter his room in a hotel in Norwal City, only to hear the panicked voice of a woman. “Are you crazy, Jensen? How could you go to the Faymon residence alone?”

The speaker, clad in pajamas made of black silk, pointed at Jensen. “Court death if you want to, but don't drag me down with you!”

Unbothered by her accusations, Jensen Morag removed his jacket and tossed it onto the couch before glancing at her casually. “What are you afraid of, Ingrid?”

“Me?” The woman, Ingrid Zillman, folded her arms and scoffed. “Do you dare claim to be unafraid?”

“Whatever I feel depends on the progress of the mission.” Jensen undid the belt around his waist and turned toward the bathroom. “I will handle my affairs on my own,” he added to Ingrid when he arrived at the door, “so stay out of them. Aside from the mission which binds us, we leave each other alone.”

At that, the man entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Ingrid remained where she was until she heard the rush of water and, with an incredulous scoff, turned to exit his room and toward her own next door.

Jensen stood beneath the shower, feeling the warm water flow slowly past the grotesque scar on his chest as he stroked the locket hanging around his neck with his fingertips. “Isabelle, Rayna...”

A storm descended upon Norwal City in the night. Clad in a robe, Rayna stood before the slightly cracked open window and listened to the downpour through the gap. Then, she reached out and wrote a word on the glass.

Curtis emerged from the bathroom after his shower, naked save for a towel wrapped around his waist. He found Rayna writing something on the window and, upon getting a closer look, realized it was the word “Bridge.”

The sound of his breathing coming from behind and the scent of his shower gel permeating the air alerted Rayna to Curtis' presence. Her hand, about to fall to her side, leaped up again to erase the word hastily. As she could not see, she could not tell if she was wiping at the right spot.

Studying the remnants of the word on the window, Curtis turned his thoughtful gaze to Rayna and pulled her into his embrace. “You won't let me see it?”

“I don't want to add to your frustrations with uncertainties.” Rayna wrapped her hands around his neck, reveling in the scent of his shower gel that intoxicated her senses. “Glory Corporation has been developing a new line of skincare products and perfume. As I can't see for myself, I wonder how it's going.”

“Glory Corporation's research has been ongoing. It never stopped.” Curtis held her waist and pulled her close. “You regained your memory at noon, didn't you?”