His Precious Love

Chapter 653

Inside Rayna's dream, the man walked until he stood right in front of her, then stretched a hand toward her. Seeing that she gave no response, he grabbed her and tried to drag her away.

“I'm not going with you. I won't,” she mumbled in her sleep until she woke up with a start.

Curtis was doing some work in the study when he heard a noise from the bedroom. He rushed over immediately, taking long strides. The moment he pushed the door open, he saw Rayna sitting on the bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Her face was deathly pale.

He hurried over to the bed and placed a hand on her forehead. However, she did not seem to be running a fever. “What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured in response. As she reached out and held his arm, he could clearly feel the slight tremble in her hand. It seemed she had yet to recover from her bad dream.

He stood next to the bed and hugged her, waiting until she calmed down before letting her go. “I'll get a towel to wipe your face.”

“Okay,” Rayna answered. She loosened her grip on his arm, but she did so ever so slowly with a hint of reluctance.

Seeing that, Curtis sighed softly before scooping her up from the bed and carrying her into the bathroom.

Since she could no longer see, a chair had been prepared in the bathroom so she could sit on it while he helped her wash up.

As she sat in the chair in front of the bathroom counter, he used a warm wet towel to dab at her face with gentle motions.

He spoke to her tenderly while cleaning her face before moving on to her hands, wiping them carefully.

Then, he took another towel, dampened it, and began patiently wiping her back.

Being drenched in a cold sweat had left Rayna feeling a little chilly. However, after Curtis' careful ministrations with the warm towel, her body slowly started warming up.

Thinking about how attentive he had been toward her over the past few days, she felt moved yet worried. “Curtis, what if I never regain my eyesight—”

“You will,” he said, cutting her off before she could finish her sentence.

I know what she wants to say. However, even if her eyesight never gets better, it has never crossed my mind to abandon her.

“We'll go to Shvomhid Mountain and find that traditional medicine practitioner. After pairing his treatment with Dr. Galopin's, your eyesight will be on the mend,” he continued as he rinsed the towels and hung them up to dry. Then, he turned and carried her out of the bathroom.

Just as he was about to lower her onto the bed, she clutched his shirt and asked, “What time is it now?”

Curtis glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was three in the morning.

“It's still early, so you should sleep a little longer,” he replied as he put her down on the bed. He reached for the covers and was about to tuck her in when she lifted a hand to grab his.

“You've been up all night, haven't you?” She recalled that she had been alone in bed when she awoke earlier, and the other half of the covers had been cold.

“I'll come over later. I still have several international video conferences to attend,” he replied softly. There was gentleness and reassurance in his tone.

Slowly, Rayna relaxed the fingers gripping his shirt and lay down on the bed. He pulled the covers over her and said, “I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving.”

Curtis climbed in under the covers and sat holding her until she dozed back to sleep. Then, he got up gingerly and left the bedroom. Upon returning to his study, he turned on his computer and resumed his international video conference.

When one of the video conference's attendees—a silver-haired man—noticed that Curtis had rejoined the meeting, he reported, “Things have been a little tricky over here in Yartran. People from the Civil Engineering Bureau have been coming by constantly.”

Here, a young, baby-faced man chimed in, “Evidently, someone in Yartran's inner circles is up to something. It seems a reshuffle in the candidates for Yartran's royal family is poised to happen, so internal power struggles have been more intense. I think it's highly likely that someone from the other party was the one who caused it.”

“That doesn't make sense. Are there still people in the Civil Engineering Bureau who oppose the current president?” the voice of a young woman rang out in the video conference. “As far as I know, the president personally selected those who would be in the bureau. I also heard that a month ago, the president handed the authority over the bureau to the crown prince.”

The crown prince...

Upon hearing that, Curtis narrowed his eyes as he sat at his desk. “What's the name of Yartran's crown prince?”

“Jovan Eastbridge,” the woman replied.

“He's the current crown prince, to be exact,” added the silver-haired man.

Eastbridge... Eastbridge... As Curtis kept repeating the name inwardly, the image of the word “Bridge” Rayna had traced on the glass window surfaced in his mind.

A cold look rose in his eyes, and he slowly clenched his fists.

“We should be able to view his photo on Yartran's official website,” the woman added. Her hand moved over her tablet, and she quickly sent a photo to Curtis.

He tapped on the photo and frowned. “He has blue eyes.”

“That's right. Rumor has it that the current crown prince is the only one whose looks differ from the other royal family members. Those in their family either have black or yellow eyes. None of them have ever had blue eyes,” the woman in the video conference responded. She also sent an article on the crown prince to Curtis. “Take a look at this article.”

He pulled up the article and gave it a cursory glance. Nonetheless, the part where it talked about the crown prince's engagement did not escape his notice. “He's engaged? He has a fiancée?”