His Precious Love

Chapter 321

Rayna said with a smile, “You and she are meant for each other.”

“If only that’s how it works. But love can’t be forced, right?” Gabriel felt insecure. “Besides, she’s always

surrounded by so many outstanding men. I can never outshine them.”

“Are you saying you’re not outstanding?” Rayna’s jaw dropped. “You graduated from the prestigious

Salinsburgh University and are working as an assistant in Faymon Group. You could have relocated to

Norham and earned several million a year if you wanted. You’re a kind man too.”

“Is this how you think of me, Mrs. Faymon?” Gabriel could not help but feel shy after hearing all the

praises. “So what should I do if I were to pursue her? Any advice?”

Rayna’s eyes brightened. She immediately gave him some ideas. “First, you must get to know her taste

and preference. You mustn’t be overly enthusiastic, as this behavior might turn her off.”

Gabriel took out a notebook and jotted down everything she said.

“Once you’ve gotten to know her better, you can ask her which country she likes the most. When you’re

on leave, take her on an overseas trip and surprise her. Don’t attempt to kiss her yet even if you’ve made

good progress. Find a romantic place she’ll like and ask for permission before giving her a gentle peck

on the lips.”

Feeling thirsty after giving Gabriel all the advice, Rayna picked up a glass of water and took a big sip.

“Got it?”

“Got it,” Gabriel said while noting everything down. He handed the plate of apples to Rayna. “You’re so

knowledgeable, Mrs. Faymon. I’m glad I’ve asked you for your advice!”

“So you allow me to eat apples now? I thought you had to obey that fellow’s command,” Rayna asked.

Gabriel grinned, trying to get in her good books. “Feel free to enjoy the apples since Mr. Faymon is not

around. Are there any other fruits you’d like to eat, Mrs. Faymon? I’ll get them for you.”

Rayna responded with a chuckle. It’s either he appreciates my advice or he’s an outright opportunist!

“Get me some grapes, then.”

“Sure thing!” Gabriel then went to the kitchen to rinse some grapes.

Rayna lolled on the couch and put another slice of apple into her mouth. What a way to waste my life away!

Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table rang. She glanced at the screen and noticed a call from an

unknown number. A cold call?

Rayna eventually decided to answer it just in case one of her business associates called her with a new

number. “Hi, this is Rayna speaking.”

“Ms. Garland, Ringo here.”

Rayna froze for a moment upon recognizing his voice. What does Jefferson’s bodyguard want from me?

After glancing at Gabriel, who was still busy rinsing the grapes in the kitchen, Rayna lowered her voice

and asked, “How can I help you?”

Ringo replied, “Mr. Hamilton is missing.”

Rayna was taken aback by the news. “How did you lose him? Aren’t you always by his side?”

“He said he wanted to meet…” Ringo hesitated for a moment as frustration kicked in. “I waited for him at

the hotel lobby, but about half an hour later, I found out he had sneaked out of the building from the back

door.”

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“Go look for him, then! Why did you call me? There’s nothing I can do anyway.” Rayna felt annoyed. “I

haven’t met him for some time.”

Ringo instantly sounded aloof. “Ms. Garland, how could you be so heartless?”

“Me? Heartless?” Rayna was appalled upon hearing his accusation. “How else am I supposed to

respond when I have no idea where he is? I’ll go over to the hotel now, and we’ll look for him together. I’ll

be there in a minute.”

“Never mind, Ms. Garland. Sorry for disturbing you!”

The fury in his voice still reverberated in Rayna’s ears even after he had hung up on her. Ringo called to

tell me Jefferson’s missing, but I haven’t seen him for a long time. How could he call me heartless when I

have no idea where he is?

Upon recalling the conversation earlier, Rayna knitted her brows and mumbled, “Did he say Jefferson

wanted to meet someone? Why did he not tell me who the person is?”

Meanwhile, Jefferson hailed a cab after coming out of the hotel from the back and gave the driver an

address.

While heading to the destination, they passed by a florist. Jefferson suddenly instructed the driver to stop

the car.

After getting out of the cab and walking to the florist, he saw a bucket of freshly harvested camellia that

seemed to have arrived at the store not long ago. The flowers looked delicate and gave out a faint but

pleasant floral scent.

Jefferson remembered his mother loved camellia. He also recalled how his father was a big fan of

camellia paintings.

A store assistant walked over and greeted him, “How can I help you, Sir?”

“I want a bouquet of camellia.” He then chose a few stalks of flowers in the bucket and handed them to

the storekeeper. “Keep the packaging simple.”

“All right, Sir. Please wait a moment.”

A minute later, the store assistant handed the bouquet of camellia to Jefferson.

“Thank you,” Jefferson said with a smile. After paying for the camellia, he returned to the cab.

Throughout the ride to Cucina Restaurant, he handled the bouquet with care.

Jefferson picked a table near the window and gently placed the bouquet on top of it. Excitement surged

in him as he glanced at his wristwatch. I wonder how my mother will react when we meet.

Despite growing up without a mother, he had never felt lonely. His father had taken good care of him,

and he had always told him that his mother missed him and loved him very much.

As he grew older, his father had given him eighteen letters, claiming they were from his mother. He felt

loved because he could sense her presence in the letters.

Now that Jefferson had found out his mother was alive, he would do anything to meet her and show her

the man he had grown up to be..

As he was still deep in thought, he heard a waiter greeting someone. “Welcome!”

He tilted his head, turned his attention to the restaurant entrance, and saw a woman in a dark purple suit.

She was in good shape and had a fair and smooth complexion, like a woman in her mid–thirties.

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Jefferson’s mother had gone under the knife to alter her appearance, but she still had the same eyes as

the woman in the portrait, which his father displayed in his study.

The woman looked exactly like the photo he had in his hands.

Jefferson felt a surge of warmth in his heart as if he had rediscovered something precious he had lost for

a long time.

While fixing his eyes on the woman, he slowly stood up.

The woman quickened her pace and walked toward him. She stood by the table and gave him an icy

glare. She clenched her bag so hard that her knuckles turned pale.

Jefferson got up from his seat. “Nice-”

When he was about to pull the chair for her and invite her to sit, Sandy gritted her teeth and interrupted

him, “You do have his eyes!”

“Dad said I have your eyes…”

“They’re absolutely disgusting!” Sandy inched closer and gave him a murderous look. “You b*stard. Do

you know you and him have destroyed my entire life?”

That word pricked him like a needle. B*stard?

He clenched his fists and lowered his voice. “I’m your son, and Dad didn’t cause the car accident. He-”

“You’re not my son. You’re a b*stard. That’s who you are!” Sandy once again cut in. Her shoulders were

trembling. “I’d kill your father if I could!”

Jefferson had no idea why she hated his father. Is it because of the fire incident?

Jefferson lowered his eyes. “I know life hasn’t been easy for you, and I’m sorry you have to go through

that, but Dad misses you a lot. He would even cry when he talked about you.”

After grabbing the bouquet of camellia from the table, he carefully gave it to Sandy, hoping the flowers

would please her. “I brought you your favorite camellia…”

Sandy’s expression turned grim. She brushed the flowers aside. “I hate camellia!”

The bouquet fell, and its white flower petals scattered all over the floor.