His Precious Love

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Chapter 169 Would It Hurt To Beg

Rayna was so shocked that she nearly dropped her phone on the floor.

What should I do?

Looking at her buzzing phone, Rayna gritted her teeth and answered the call after several seconds. She

steadied her voice and said, “Mr. Faymon.”

“Wyatt said you were busy with work and asked me not to disturb you.” Curtis’ deep and magnetic voice

was as attractive as ever even over the phone.

Is he explaining himself?

Rayna felt nervous all of a sudden and replied, “Y-Yeah, I’ve been quite busy.”

“It’s Thanksgiving today.”

“Happy Thanksgiving!” said Rayna subconsciously.

A pause ensued, followed by a low chuckle. Rayna felt like slapping herself upon hearing it.

Rayna, you idiot!

Curtis then said, “My dad called just now. He reminded me to go home for Thanksgiving and bring you,

the pregnant lady, along.”

“Mr. Faymon, I’m really not pregnant.” Rayna felt awkward. She blamed herself for not storing the wine

properly. “My mom just called too. I may need to go home.”

“Understood,” said Curtis. “A family should spend time together on Thanksgiving. I’ll go back on my own,

then.”

“Mr. Faymon…”

What he said made Rayna feel as if she had done something wrong. She faltered slightly. When she was

about to speak up, Curtis asked her to carry on with her work and hung up.

That’s it? He hung up just like that?

A look of disbelief appeared on her face as she glared at her phone.

What on earth? Uncle Curtis is acting so high and mighty! Would it hurt to beg me and admit that he

needs me?

Later, Linda really did call to say that it was Thanksgiving and ask Rayna if she was free to come home.

Rayna agreed to it and called James.

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It turned out that James was not around. He was attending a ceremony in Pillere with Kristie. Roxanne

was also filming in Bellridge.

Rayna sighed as it seemed she would be the only one going home.

Roxanne seemed to have caught the fancy of some foreign director. She was cast in one movie after

another and selected for various celebrity endorsements. She had been overseas all this while and did

not return.

When it was time to leave, Rayna took her laptop with her, intending to complete the unfinished work

later. She ran into Wyatt and Jessica when she was going down.

She looked at them and asked, “You’re spending Thanksgiving together?”

“Yeah. Wyatt’s parents are overseas, so no one’s at home to celebrate with him,” replied Jessica. “Well,

you know I’m not from around here. Are you going home, Nana? If you’re not, why don’t you—”

“Even if she’s not going home, she’ll be going to Curtis’,” interrupted Wyatt. “We shouldn’t take up her

time. Let’s just celebrate by ourselves.”

“Why would I need to go to his house? He’s going back to the Faymon residence, and I’m going home to

celebrate with my mom,” said Rayna with a cold smirk, obviously still annoyed that Curtis had hung up

on her earlier.

“You’re letting him go back by himself?”

“He’s not a child. Are you worried that he’ll get lost?”

Stroking his chin, Wyatt made some sounds of disapproval and said, “Most of the Faymons would go

back for a festival like this. Aren’t you worried that Curtis will get bullied in his current state?”

“Who am I to him? Why would I need to worry?” retorted Rayna. “Honestly, you should go instead since

you’re so close to him!”

“No way. I said I’d accompany Jessie!”

“Well, you don’t have to. I’m quite comfortable going home alone to enjoy some drama series,” said

Jessica.

“It’s Thanksgiving! Doing that would be a waste of such a joyous occasion! Let’s go enjoy the night view

in a scenic setting,” suggested Wyatt laughingly.

Rayna left with an unamused expression.

The streets were exceptionally crowded and bustling since it was Thanksgiving. After Rayna purchased

some presents from a mall with great difficulty, she was caught in a massive traffic jam while traveling

home.

She waited quietly for the cars in front to move.

Upon looking out, she saw a lady pushing a wheelchair on the sidewalk. The man sitting in the

wheelchair had a drip attached to him. The couple seemed worn out, but the smiles on their faces were

full of happiness.

Rayna was suddenly reminded of Curtis and that call from earlier.

Due to Curtis’ identity, he had always been shunned by the Faymon family. If he were to go back in a

wheelchair, the other members of the Faymon family would definitely take the chance to mock him.

Honk! Honk!

The blaring honks from behind pulled Rayna back from her thoughts.

Rayna proceeded to pass the green light and make a turn. After she drove steadily for a while, she called

Linda. “Mom, don’t wait for me. I might reach home late.”

“Are you keeping my son-in-law company?”

Startled, Rayna choked and replied awkwardly, “No. I’m just helping him handle some things. I’ll come

home right after I’m done.”

“Bring him with you when you come home,” responded Linda.

Rayna was speechless.

About twenty minutes had passed when Rayna pulled up before the steel gates of the Faymon

residence.

She was about to get out and ask someone to open the gate when it automatically parted for her.

Does this mean they can recognize my car now?

After Rayna parked her car in the outdoor parking lot, a housekeeper quickly walked over and greeted

her. She took the gifts Rayna had brought and directed the latter to get in a sightseeing car.

Rayna had no idea how vast the Faymon residence was, but to her, it was humongous and gave her the

same feeling as when she had first stepped foot into Norham University. She had been there a few times,

but that feeling of awe had not yet worn off.

About six minutes later, they arrived at the main house.

A majestic and lavish living hall as big as a ballroom came into Rayna’s sight as she entered with the

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housekeeper. Peals of laughter could be heard, suggesting that there were quite a number of people

there.

“Old Mr. Faymon, Ms. Garland is here.”

Following the housekeeper’s announcement of her arrival, Rayna could sense that the laughter had died

down a lot. She walked into the living room steadily and saw that the couches in the reception area were

fully occupied.

All the men wore impeccable suits, and the women’s outfits looked tasteful and expensive. They exuded

an aura of elegance befitting those who were from high society.

Rayna gave them a once-over, and her expression remained stoic.

Back when she was in a relationship with Jefferson, she had even met the royal family members of

Yartran and dined with them. Therefore, she was not the least bit intimidated by the Faymons.

She walked over to Alfred and greeted him politely, “Sorry, Old Mr. Faymon. I should have come with Mr.

Faymon, but I was held up at work.”

“We’re a family. There’s no need to be so formal,” said Alfred. He had not been in a good mood before

Rayna arrived. Now that she was here, he finally started smiling and gestured for her to sit beside Curtis.

The moment she sat down, Curtis said in a low voice, “I thought you were going home for Thanksgiving.”

“I promised Old Mr. Faymon I’d come. It’s not nice to go back on my word,” answered Rayna in an

equally low tone. She then sat upright and immediately turned to talk to Alfred.

Curtis’ gaze toward her softened when he heard that.

Many had come to the Faymon residence for Thanksgiving, as they hoped to get into Alfred’s good

books and gain his attention. Even Julian’s mother had come. However, the moment Rayna arrived,

Alfred had been talking to her.

This caused a lot of dissatisfaction among the others.

“Speaking of which, Rayna is indeed closely connected to our family.” Since it was inconvenient for the

elders of the family to say anything, Brooklyn spoke up. “She was previously married to Julian. Now,

she’s the acting CEO of Faymon Group.”

Everyone’s expression changed subtly. Brooklyn stared at Rolanda and said teasingly, “You’d been her

mother-in-law for over a year. You should’ve told us she was so capable. That way, Julian wouldn’t have

divorced her.”

Rolanda could only smile awkwardly as the topic shifted to her.

Compared to the main members of the Faymon family, Rolanda was merely an insignificant relative. She

was just there because she was somewhat related to the Faymon family. In actuality, she had no say in

anything.

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