His Precious Love

Chapter 506

Curtis hummed an answer coldly and murmured, “I don't want it anymore. You can sell it off.”

The manager froze, thinking she had misheard Curtis' words. “Mr. Faymon, are you sure you don't want this pink

diamond?”

“Yes. Is there anything else?”

When the manager heard the coldness in Curtis' tone, her heart tensed. “All right, Mr. Faymon. The deposit will be

—”

...

Alas, the call ended before she could even finish.

The manager was left dumbfounded for a long time. She could not understand why Curtis asked them to pick a pink

diamond months ago and give it an extremely high price only to say he did not want it anymore now.

Nonetheless, she put away the phone and returned to Rayna's and Jefferson's company. “Sorry for keeping you

waiting. The customer says he doesn't want the pink diamond anymore. You may purchase it at the normal price.”

Jefferson was slightly puzzled, but he quickly put on a smile and said, “He doesn't want it anymore? Very well. I'll

pay by card.”

After going through a thirty-minute payment process, the pink diamond was finally in their possession.

Rayna felt a little nervous walking out of the store wearing such a large pink diamond. “This pink diamond looks

rather loud in broad daylight. Perhaps I should keep it and bring it out again during the engagement ceremony.”

Jefferson took her hand. “It's okay. Just keep it on. Let the other women see it. Let them envy you for having such a

great husband who bought you such a big pink diamond.”

Smiling, Rayna shot him a glare jokingly. “You're so childish!”

When they both arrived at the supermarket, Rayna received a call from Carl.

He complained about Kristie constantly bullying him. Aside from that, he also asked when was Rayna returning, for

he wanted to have her cooking.

Glancing at Jefferson who was pushing the cart and picking the ingredients, Rayna had no choice but to hold her

tongue. “Maybe a few days later. Please have your meals at your aunt's for a few more days. I'll make you all kinds

of delicious food when I'm back.”

Rayna figured Carl would not be lonely with Kristie around. After all, the former wanted to spend more time with

Jefferson.

“Okay!” Carl agreed without hesitation. “Anyway, don't forget that you're pregnant, Ms. Rayna. Make sure you get

more rest, okay?”

“Yeah, I know.”

As soon as Carl hung up, Kristie, who had been holding her breath by the side, rushed over and asked expectantly,

“So? Did Rayna say when is she coming back?”

Carl merely threw her a glance. “Aunt Kristie, do you think you're more important than her fiancé?”

“Tsk. Watch your mouth, you brat.” Kristie pinched his ears and taunted, “I can say the same for you! Look at you.

You've become a kid no one loves and even comes to my place for free meals every day.”

“You're my aunt! It's only right that you feed me!”

Kristie rebuked, “All you know is eat. Why use do I need you when you can't do anything?”

Carl argued, “If you're so capable, why don't you call her yourself? Look at you whining away when you're not the

one who made the call. From my point of view, you're the one who's useless.”

“Say it again!'

“You're stupid! You're picky and spoiled! No one loves you!”

Kristie let out a shriek and leaped off the couch to chase after him. “You little twerp! Don't you dare run away!”

“I'm not stupid. Why shouldn't I run away?” Carl made a funny face at her.

The duo ran around in the living room, chasing after each other. They made so much noise it made Larissa, who

was making dessert in the kitchen, feel dizzy.

Upon hearing the doorbell ringing, Larissa cleaned her hands and went over to open the door.

“Huh? Who are you?” She was stunned to see a middle-aged man standing at the door. “Have you gotten the

wrong house?”

“I'm Samson. Mr. Faymon sent me over to take care of Ms. Winton,” he informed.

At the same time, he handed a contract to her.

After flipping through the contract and making sure there were no errors, Larissa opened the door wider and

invited Samson in. “Ms. Winton is quite easy to take care of. It's just that she can be a little picky with her food. You'll

get used to it—”

“Does she need anyone to keep her company when she sleeps?”

“In the past, yes. But not anymore.” Larissa scrutinized him, thinking it was Curtis who told him about that fact. “Oh,

right. Ms. Winton still needs to take her medicines. You'll need to put it in her milk every night.”

Suddenly, Samson stopped in his tracks and watched the duo messing around in the living room. A pained look

appeared in his eyes.

“Does she still have nightmares often?”

“Yes. The kitchen's here.” Larissa pointed at the kitchen and continued, “I'll need you to prepare a meal for me to

review. If Ms. Winton doesn't eat your cooking, then I'm afraid I can't let you stay.”

“You brat! Don't run away!” Kristie shouted as she ran in their direction.

She was too focused on running after Carl that she did not see the person in front of him. In the end, she slammed

into a wall of sinews.

The impact caused her to fall backwards.

Thankfully, Samson swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

A shocked look spread across her face. As she patted her chest to calm herself down, she wondered how did

Larissa have so much strength. The moment she looked up and saw Samson's face, her eyes widened.

“Perv*rt! Why are you in my house?”

Larissa piped up, “Please don't scold him, Ms. Winton. He's the one Mr. Faymon sent to take care of you. I can't

come in the future since I have to take care of my grandson. His name's Samson, by the way.”

“What? I don't want him to take care of me. He's a perv*rt!” Kristie grumbled.

Just then, she realized Samson's arm was still around her waist. Thinking back to the intimate position they were in

earlier, Kristie hastily leaped out of his embrace and complained to Larissa. “Look! He touched my waist! He's so

shameless!”

“Don't be so narcissistic, Aunt Kristie. He was only helping you up when you almost fell just now. Stop thinking that

everyone's interested in you just because you're pretty,” Carl uttered with disdain.

Kristie gave him a gentle smack on the head. “You twit. I am the most beautiful person on earth. Why? Can't you

accept it?”

Carl was caught off guard by Kristie's smacking, so he held his head and wailed.

“I'll borrow him for a while.” Samson smiled and swooped Carl up. “I have something to tell him.”

Then, he brought the child to a bedroom and shut the door.

In the meantime, Kristie froze for several seconds before she finally registered what Larissa had said. She turned to

look at Larissa and asked, “Isn't he sent here by Curt? How is it that he knows that brat? And what's with that 'I have

something to tell him'? Why does he have to go to my room?”

Alas, Larissa shook her head. “I'm not too sure either.”

Kristie conjured up all kinds of crazy ideas, which made her rush over and knock on her bedroom door. “Hey, open

the door! I won't let you off if lay a finger on my nephew! Open the door, you perv*rt! I'm going to call the police if

you don't! I mean it!”

Kristie banged the door frantically for a long time until her hands were sore.

Just as she was about to make a police report, the door finally opened.

Immediately, Carl scurried out of the room, picked up his baseball cap from the living room, and fled.

“Where are you going, you brat?”

Seeing that, Kristie attempted to run after him, but her wrist was caught hold by someone.

“Don't worry. He's just going to discuss something with Mr. Faymon. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll

cook for you,” said Samson.

“Ugh! I don't want you to take care of me.” Kristie pulled her hand free. Everything about him disgusted her. “I want

Curt to find me someone younger. You're too old!”

“Do you want to have some pork chop with cream sauce?”

Kristie was dumbfounded; she did not know how to talk back all of a sudden. Instead, she began salivating over the

mere thought of the food. “Is it yummy?”

Smiling, Samson said, “Yes. I promise you'll love it.”

“Oh, please.” Kristie snorted, unwilling to believe him. “Mdm. Lovett's cooking is great, but I can only take a few

mouthfuls.”

“What about this? If the food I make is yummy, then you'll have to let me stay.”

After giving it some thought, Kristie agreed, “Remember what you said! Don't go saying that I've bullied you when

things don't turn out the way you wanted.”

Fine. I'm going to make him accept the reality and get lost sooner.

When Larissa saw how well Kristie got along with Samson, she left the house quietly. Well, there's nothing much I

can do here now. I'll just come over tomorrow if his cooking is not acceptable.