His Precious Love

Chapter 619

Chandler put the document away, a glint of a threat flashing across his brown eyes. “No one will know about this

matter as long as we both keep silent.”

Nora retracted her hands and placed them on her knees. “But I can't shake off the feeling that Mr. Wingate seems

to know everything,” she remarked, her brows knitting together imperceptibly.

“He knows? Even so, he needs evidence, no?” Chandler dismissed her warning. Subsequently, he ordered, “Show

me the schedule again.”

Nora picked up the tablet at the side and handed it to him, casually sweeping her gaze over the army-green

backpack behind him. “You can rest for a day today. Tomorrow, we'll be going to Hawen to shoot the advertisement

for YJ's custom-made suits.”

“Got it.” Chandler scrolled through the tablet, taking a rough look at his upcoming schedule before confirming, “I've

still got another day off this month besides today.”

Beside him, Nora nodded. “Yeah. You can rest on the last day of the month.”

At that, he turned off the tablet and returned it to her. Then, he took out his phone and reclined in his seat, going

through short online clips and Twitter with boredom.

When Rayna woke up the next day, she did not see Curtis on the bed. She brushed her hand against the sheets and

found them still warm. After sitting up by the head of the bed, she glanced at the crib beside the bed.

Unsurprisingly, Xareni was not in the crib either.

Right then, Curtis was sitting at his desk in the study, handling his work emails. He only wore loose satin pajamas

and had a baby in his arms.

Xareni was restless in his arms, occasionally grabbing his collar and toying with it. That aside, she even seized the

belt of his pajamas and placed it in her mouth.

At that, Curtis took his belt out of her mouth, swiftly removed it from his pajamas, and tossed it onto the couch at

the side.

Xareni was sitting on his lap at that moment. Since she no longer had a belt to play with, she started attempting to

stand on his lap. Alas, she could not do so due to the weak bones and muscles in her waist and legs. Thus, she

turned around and clutched at his collar. Half-leaning against him, she began climbing to her feet.

With her gripping his pajamas, coupled with the lack of a belt to keep them in place, most of his chest was bared.

Curtis' fingers deftly moved across the keyboard. After sending the email, he turned off the laptop and stared down

at the baby in his arms.

“If you continue yanking at my clothes, Xareni, you'll strangle me to death.” While saying that, he attempted to pry

her hands off. To his surprise, her strength was impressive despite her size.

Wishing to stand on his lap, Xareni grabbed at his face indiscriminately with both hands. Curtis wanted to dodge,

but he had no way of doing so.

Such was the sight that greeted Rayna when she reached the doorway to the study. The man attempted to dodge

the child's frantic grabs but to no avail. At the same time, his clothes had been forcefully yanked open, revealing his

muscular chest.

“Come over here, Xareni.” Rayna stepped into the study and spread her arms at Xareni, signaling the latter to

move toward her.

Xareni glanced at her but made no move to reach out to her. Instead, she looked up at Curtis before her, then lifted

her chubby hands to grab at the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Curtis took off his glasses for her to play with. Over the moon to receive them, she started wriggling excitedly in his

embrace. Then, she exerted force with both hands and ended up snapping them in half.

Standing at the side, Rayna, who saw the whole thing, cautiously peeked at her husband. As expected, Curtis'

initially gentle countenance had then darkened frightfully.

“Here, I'll take her.” She reached out to take Xareni, but the latter refused to cooperate. After discarding the

glasses in her hand, Xareni clutched at Curtis' collar, unwilling to let go. When Rayna exerted strength around her,

she started whimpering.

Rayna was most terrified of the triplets crying. With three children at home, once any one of them started wailing,

the other two would undoubtedly follow suit.

She hastily withdrew her hand before casting a helpless look at Curtis, only to see that Xareni had stuck her finger

up his nose. Amused, she failed to stifle a giggle.

Carrying Xareni in his arms, Curtis walked out from behind the desk. At the sight of his bare chest, Rayna picked up

the belt from the couch, walked to his back, and tied it for him.

“You're incredibly sexy, Darling.” While knotting the belt for him, she went on tiptoes, asking him for a kiss.

Curtis crinkled his eyes in a doting smile. Granting her wish, he leaned down and gave her a peck.

In his arms, Xareni watched her parents' actions blankly before cradling Curtis' cheek and planting a kiss on it with

a smack.

She was exceedingly serious in doing so, even leaving a huge patch of saliva on his face.

Rayna, knowing that Curtis had mild germaphobia, swiftly clasped a hand over her mouth. However, the mirth in

her eyes betrayed her.

She threw her daughter an approving look, inwardly flashing Xareni a thumbs-up. How courageous of her!

Just as she thought Curtis would thrust Xareni into her arms, the man uttered, “Wipe my cheek for me, Darling.”

Murmuring in acquiescence, Rayna went over to the coffee table and snagged a wet tissue. “I've noticed that all the

kids seem more clingy with you,” she remarked as she wiped the saliva Xareni left on Curtis' face.

Curtis could hear the despondency in her voice, so he carried Xareni with one hand and freed his other hand to hug

her. “They're still young. When they grow older, they'll only be calling out for you every day.”

“How do you know that?” Rayna lifted her head, bewildered by his unfounded claim.

“From online clips. A few days ago, I saw Robin scrolling through his phone and caught a glimpse of it.” He arched a

brow at his wife with all the pride in the world.

Rayna was very much surprised that he would watch online clips. Nonetheless, she did not plan on pouring cold

water on him since he was so obviously proud of it. “Many of those are staged, so you can't take them seriously. But

the phenomenon you mentioned earlier is currently common around the world.”

They were chatting up a storm when the housekeeper stopped outside the study. “Mr. Faymon, Mrs. Faymon,

breakfast is ready.”

“Let's have breakfast first,” Rayna said to Curtis. Then, she squeezed Xareni's chubby fist. “Just hand her to the

nanny.”

“It's okay. I can carry her,” he replied in a low voice.

Puzzlement flooded Rayna, and she kindly cautioned, “You can't eat breakfast while carrying her.”

Despite hearing that, Curtis seemed unperturbed. He walked out of the study with one hand carrying his daughter

and the other holding his wife's hand.

In the living room, Yosef and Yelena were in their nanny's arms. The instant they spotted Rayna and Curtis

approaching, both stretched out their chubby hands, asking to be carried.

Glancing at the man beside her, Rayna commented softly, “They all want you to carry them.”

Her words were tinged with jealousy.

“Mrs. Faymon, Ms. Yelena seems to be reaching out to you,” the nanny interjected, keenly catching sight of Yelena's

gaze moving in concert with Rayna.

As soon as Rayna heard that, a beam of joy appeared on her face. “Okay, I'll carry you.” While speaking, she took

Yelena from the nanny.