His Precious Love

Chapter 665

Jensen's gaze kept darting between the window and Rayna. The traditional medicine practitioner caught Jensen's movement but didn't comment on it.

When the car slowly stopped in front of the beachfront mansion, Jensen carried the still-unconscious Rayna from the car into the house.

The traditional medicine practitioner was stunned when he saw the white, Epean style structure by the beach. A memory of Jensen requesting an advance payment from Andrew a few months ago flashed across his mind. Realization crossed his eyes. Yet, he wanted a direct answer from Jensen himself, so he asked, “When did you find this house?”

“This is my personal matter and not part of your job scope.” Jensen unlocked the front door with a retina scanner and carried Rayna up the stairs. Before he made a turn down the hallway, he warned, “Don't touch anything in this house. Also, you're not allowed to go into the house in the backyard. You can choose anywhere else to be your workplace.” When he finished, he continued making his way to a room on the left on the second floor and carefully laid Rayna down on the bed. He reached for the covers on the side and pulled them over her. When he tucked the covers over Rayna's shoulders, he unknowingly saw something red crawling along her neck. His expression turned solemn as he reached out his fingers to gently stroke Rayna's neck until he felt something moving beneath her skin.

“A parasite.” Jensen narrowed his eyes at that knowledge before uttering the exact species of the parasite. “Blood parasite.”

Jensen shot a glance at Rayna before turning around and leaving the room. He came down the stairs back to the living room. The minute he was standing behind the traditional medicine practitioner, he clasped onto the older man's shoulder tightly. The practitioner paled at the sharp pain coming from his shoulder. “Jensen, w-what do you think you're doing?”

“The thing that's moving inside Rayna's body. That's the source of your extracts, right?” Jensen cast an icy look at the older man. “Can that thing really be made into skincare products?”

The traditional medicine practitioner didn't expect Jensen's question. Feeling the firm grip on his nape, he didn't dare to move, nor piss Jensen off, so he merely nodded. “It can.”

He wasn't dumb. He knew Jensen must've seen the thing under Rayna's skin when he carried her to the room upstairs earlier.

However, he didn't understand why Jensen would be agitated by that. Hence, he carefully probed, “Jensen, we're just working for Mr. Zeller. There's no need for you to act like this.”

Jensen slowly released the grip on his nape at his comment. “How did you find out about that thing in Mrs. Faymon's body?”

“You... release me first, then I'll tell you.” The traditional medicine practitioner tried to use that as a bargaining chip, hoping Jensen would free him.

However, it didn't cause the desired effect. Instead of freeing the practitioner, Jensen's grip tightened around the older man's nape. He threatened the practitioner with a growl. “I'm asking you a question!”

“Jensen, y-you... Can't we talk nicely? Why must you resort to violence?” When the traditional medicine practitioner once again felt the iron grip squeezing his nape, the gentleness in his eyes slowly shifted into something vicious. “Jensen, don't tell me you know what it is?”

“Stop spewing nonsense! I want you to say it!” Jensen raised his leg and kicked the old man's calf, sending the old man kneeling on the ground. “Are you going to tell me?”

“Fine, I'll say it!” The traditional medicine practitioner raised his arms in surrender. Seeing him giving in, Jensen loosened the grip on the old man's nape.

“I think I don't have to explain what that thing in Mrs. Faymon's body is since you already know,” the old man said as he looked over his shoulder at Jensen. “That thing has a smell that humans can't detect, but there's a cat that can catch its scent easily. That's because that thing is a food source for Lyra, the cat.”

Almost immediately, Jensen recalled the black thing moving around the bushes the night before. “You mean that thing that attacked Curtis last night in the mountain?”

“Yes,” the practitioner admitted with a nod. He wet his lips before continuing, “The blood parasite planted in Mrs. Faymon's body needs to consume the carcass and blood of the male parasite to grow, while the male parasite requires to consume blood to grow.”

“You don't have to explain the specifics to me. I know about blood parasites better than you do!” When Jensen connected the dots in his mind, he interrupted the old man. “How did you get the cat?”

“I picked it up from the streets more than a decade ago. I thought it was a stray kitten. Imagine my surprise when I noticed the irregularities of the kitten as it grew. I only found out the actual species of the cat through a quack doctor during my travels,” the old man explained. The practitioner's legs were turning numb after kneeling for a long period, so he asked, “Can you let me get up? My legs are numb.”

Jensen lowered his head to look at the traditional medicine practitioner kneeling on the ground. Since the practitioner was an elder and they both worked for the same boss, Jensen figured it wouldn't be good to have a fallout with the old man, so he released him.

The practitioner got up from the floor and slowly walked over to the couch to take a seat. He bent down to smack his numb legs to get the blood flowing. Lifting his gaze to Jensen, he asked, “You... I guess you know Mrs. Faymon from before?”