His Precious Love

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Chapter 59 Getting Rough

Rayna tried to move his arm away, but his arm was as strong as steel. She couldn’t pry him off and could

only stare at his sleeping figure.

His features, no longer covered by his glasses, looked like they were sculpted and pared to perfection.

Even in his sleep, he was frowning. Dark eye circles underlined his eyes, telling her how busy he was.

The sleeping man gave off an aura of an academician and looked like a distinguished gentleman.

Rayna gazed at him as her thoughts flew back to three years ago. Back when they were still a couple, he

spoiled her so much. She remembered how anxious he was even when she just had a cold.

One Christmas, she mentioned, “Oh, I wish I could watch the sunrise in Livingsfill, Pandera.” The

following day, she woke up in Livingsfill with Jefferson asking her if the sunset was pretty.

Memories flooded her head, reminding her how attentive Jefferson was. He had never mistreated her.

Rayna couldn’t help but reach out to caress his cheek. Her fingers froze inches away from his cheek and

trembled slightly when she recalled how he almost killed her that night.

Why did he do that that night?

Rayna still couldn’t understand his actions that night. She was about to kick up a fuss and demand that

he let her go when she spotted a necklace hanging on his neck. The pendant was a tiny tear-shaped

pendant.

It was a cheap gift from her a long time ago, but he still had it with him.

“Why…?” Rayna murmured as she touched the teardrop pendant.

He could tell me if he wanted something. We were lovers, so I wouldn’t reject him.

Rayna was still reeling from the shock of Jonathan’s death. Gabriel then forced her to come to the airport

with him past midnight, but she ended up getting kidnapped by Jefferson. She was exhausted by now.

She stopped struggling and fell into a deep sleep.

“Belle, we’ve arrived.”

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Rayna was sleeping when someone patted her cheek twice.

Before she realized what was going on, she was lifted up. Instinctively, she flung her arms around the

man who picked her up. She then opened her eyes and realized it was Jefferson.

It seemed that the plane had landed.

“I can walk.” Wide awake, Rayna struggled to get to her feet. Jefferson’s lips curled as he placed her

down obediently. Once Rayna regained her balance, she immediately scooted aside.

The cockpit door was opened. Rayna followed Jefferson out of the plane.

They had arrived at Avenport Airport.

Dark clouds loomed above them, and it seemed that it was about to rain any minute. Rayna’s mood was

as dark as the weather.

It took over ten hours to fly here from Norwal City. Mr. Tylinski should still be on the way.

“Belle, don’t try to escape. They won’t be here for some time,” Jefferson reminded her in a gentle voice. It

only took him one look for him to know what was going on in her mind.

Rayna pursed her lips and asked, “What is the minimum profit you stand to gain from this deal?”

“One billion.” Jefferson made no move to conceal the truth from her. “This is just an estimation. The profit

will increase if we get research teams to join in later.”

“I’ve never seen that much money in my life,” Rayna said as she chuckled lightly. Her gaze slowly turned

cold. “No wonder you and Curtis need me. I have no idea I’m that in demand.”

The deal might be lucrative, but it was also risky.

“Belle, I’m not interested in the money. I just want to complete the mission.” Jefferson’s voice was tender.

He never had to put his guard up before Rayna. “Just wait for me, all right?”

“What is your mission?”

Jefferson stared at her but didn’t say a word.

Rayna’s lips twitched as she mocked, “You aren’t interested in money but still want to close the deal. Isn’t

that contradictory?”

Her heart had softened when she saw the teardrop pendant earlier, but it was long gone.

“Mr. Hamilton.”

They were in the middle of a stalemate when a calm but icy voice cut in.

Rayna couldn’t hide her surprise when she saw Curtis approaching them. She assumed Gabriel and

Curtis would be at least one to two hours behind them, but Curtis had arrived before them.

He came to a stop and wanted to pull Rayna to him.

Sensing his intention, Jefferson took Rayna’s hand to avoid her from being dragged away.

Jefferson flashed a smile. “Mr. Faymon, where did you borrow something that incredible to get here

quickly?”

“My friend is in trouble, so I have to hurry here as soon as possible,” Curtis answered politely.

He tugged at his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His voice sounded intimidating as he warned, “Mr.

Hamilton, you’ve bothered my friend for a long time, so it’s time to let her go. We’re in a huge space, so I

don’t mind getting rough with you.”

“I’m a gentleman, so I won’t get rough with you,” Jefferson replied. He refused to let Rayna go. “Besides,

Rayna is my ex-girlfriend. All I want is to talk to her.”

Curtis snorted. “Did you ask whether she is willing to talk to you?”

“Mr. Faymon, you’re a big shot. You don’t seem like the type to snatch someone in broad daylight.”

“She’s my friend, and I’m responsible for her safety.”

Rayna couldn’t help but tremble in fear.

She was afraid that the two men would end up fighting and rip her in half.

“Ms. Garland.” Curtis turned to Rayna and said solemnly, “Please let me know if you need my help.”

He was holding her hand but didn’t exert any force. Rayna looked into his deep and determined gaze

and felt utterly safe. It seemed like he would protect her if Jefferson dared to lay a hand on her.

Rayna’s heart skipped a beat.

“Jefferson, I won’t help you no matter what your goal is—to complete your mission or get the money.”

Rayna didn’t want to waste time any longer. She told Jefferson, “Release me.”

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Her demand caught Jefferson by surprise. He gripped her wrist and said, “Belle, please reconsider your

decision.”

“I’ve made up my mind.” Rayna’s brows snapped together at the pain flaring up her wrist. “I won’t wait for

you, so please stop sending me camellias.”

Hearing Rayna’s words, Curtis unleashed a vicious aura in his spot. “Mr. Hamilton, please let her go.”

If Jefferson didn’t do as told, he would get rough with him.

A murderous aura flashed across Jefferson’s eyes.

Before he could take action, Ringo dashed over and whispered something in his ear hastily.

Something urgent cropped up, so Jefferson had to leave immediately.

Before leaving, he gazed at Rayna intently. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “Belle, are you

sure?”

“Sir, we need to go,” Ringo urged.

Jefferson had no choice but to release his grip on her. He spun on his heels and left the airport with

Ringo.

Even after his figure disappeared from sight, Rayna could still hear his voice ringing in her ear. His voice

was devoid of emotions, but she couldn’t stop a chill from running down her spine.

Curtis released her and asked, “Ms. Garland, are you all right?”

Rayna shook her head.

Curtis escorted Rayna out of the tarmac. He turned in the direction Jefferson left as an unreadable

expression crossed his face.

The deal is right before Jefferson. Why did he leave?

Outside the airport, there was a car waiting for them. A man clad in a casual outfit was driving the car. He

didn’t seem like an ordinary man, but Rayna didn’t ask any questions.

The air-conditioner was on full blast. There were also some food and drinks available. Curtis told Rayna

to grab a bite if she was hungry.

Rayna didn’t feel like eating anything. She hesitated for a long while before asking, “Mr. Faymon, you

and Mr. Tylinski went to the hospital to visit Mr. Lawson. Did he really die of a heart attack?”

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