His Precious Love

Chapter 634

Not knowing what to say, Rayna asked randomly, “Aren't we in Chanaea?”

“This is Yartran,” Curtis answered. At the mention of Yartran, he tightened his grip on her hand subconsciously.

“History will not repeat itself again.”

By that, he meant that he wouldn't allow her to be taken overseas again, which subsequently caused her to lose her

memory and sight.

Just the thought of what happened ate into Curtis.

He had clearly promised to protect her, his wife, but somehow failed repeatedly to fulfill his responsibility as her

husband.

Regardless of how busy he was, he should have kept his phone by his side.

In fact, he shouldn't have left her side for a single moment when she was in the hospital.

The past month had become the most tormenting period of his entire life.

Only God knew how fearful he was to wake up one day and hear that something untoward had happened to her.

The children were still very young. Thus, he couldn't imagine how they were all going to carry on with their lives

without her.

Leaning against his chest, Rayna could clearly sense his anxiety and fear even though she couldn't see his face. In

fact, she could detect the underlying remorse and guilt hidden within his words.

“Don't worry. That's all in the past now.” Curtis' mood had inexplicably affected her. When he declared that he was

her husband and they had children, she felt herself trusting his words even though she was supposed to doubt

them. Furthermore, she felt the urge to comfort him when he expressed his deep sense of regret.

Thereafter, Curtis boarded his private jet with Rayna in his arms. As for Theodore and the others, they, too, joined

the couple on the plane after leaving Primrose Mansion.

Once everyone was on board, the jet gradually took flight.

Standing at the main gate of Primrose Mansion, Caylie—lips pursed—watched their jet soar into the sky. It wasn't

until the jet had disappeared from sight that she caught a glimpse of a black sedan from the corner of her eye.

Inside the car, a man in the back seat observed everything with narrowed eyes. Throughout the episode, his finger

would tap on his thigh in an irregular rhythm.

“Sir, the group of people who emerged don't look to be from Yartran,” the driver, Hugh, remarked as he looked at

the man through the rearview mirror.

“Mmm-hmm,” the man grunted in acknowledgment. “They're from Chanaea.”

Curtis Faymon of Chanaea.

Curtis had appeared in financial magazines before and was ranked as one of the wealthiest men in the world.

As for the rest of his entourage, Jahan was unfamiliar with them except for Theodore, whom he had heard of and

seen in military magazines.

Curtis had a woman in his arms when he left Primrose Mansion earlier.

Jahan immediately thought back to his call with Jovan earlier. Is the woman on the line the same person Curtis was

holding?

“Sir, do you need me to check with the housekeeper?” Hugh suggested when he saw his employer falling into deep

thought.

Jahan raised his gaze upon hearing those words. Looking through the car window, he curled his lips into a smile

when he saw Caylie staring in their direction. “Okay.”

However, just as Hugh opened the door, Jahan stopped him. “But not now.”

We'll attract too much attention if we do it now.

Hugh had no choice but to retract his left leg, which was already out. Turning around, he gave Jahan a puzzled look.

“Why?”

“This is Jovan's territory. Since our presence here is already against the rules, don't you think it's inappropriate to go

around asking questions?” Jahan gave Hugh the side-eye while speaking in a deep voice. “We'll do it next time.”

I have a different use for the housekeeper.

For Jahan to manipulate someone as young as Caylie into talking was as easy as snapping his fingers.

Hugh hummed in acknowledgment before closing the door. After that, Jahan instructed, “Let's go back.”

Only then did Hugh gradually drive away from Primrose Mansion.

As for Caylie, she stood at the main gate and watched the sedan drive away. She waited till it was out of sight

before returning to the house.

I haven't told Mr. Bridge that Ms. Griffith has been taken away!

At that moment, she didn't feel optimistic about keeping her job.

Back on the jet, Rayna was lying in Curtis' arms with their fingers clasped together. Although her eyes were open, a

swathe of black was all she saw.

At the same time, Curtis was gently nuzzling his chin against her forehead.

Behind them, Theodore, Jeremy, Wyatt, and James watched on in silence.

James, who was sitting beside Theodore, patted him on the shoulder. When the latter turned around, he heard

James say, “My sister won't blame you for what happened.”

It was true that Rayna wouldn't hold it against them. Even Curtis had only flared his temper at Theodore on that

fateful day. After that, he never blamed the latter any further.

Even then, Theodore couldn't help but be weighed down by his conscience, for he had failed in his duty to keep

Rayna safe.

Not only was she kidnapped in a coma, but she was also taken overseas.

If not for the fact that they had someone who was skilled in IT, it might have been impossible for them to track her

down.

“Are you nervous?” Rayna looked up and asked. “Your heart seems to be beating really fast.”

Despite the emotionless expression on his face, his heart had been racing from the moment he saw Rayna at

Primrose Mansion.

He was afraid that everything before him was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up to find himself alone

on his bed.

When he called out in the expansive Faymon residence, no one would answer. The terrifying yet silent scene

continued to haunt him to this very day. It was one that he couldn't shake off despite his best efforts.

“Rayna...” Curtis called out her name softly. Even though the stubble on his chin stung her when he nuzzled himself

against her forehead, she didn't complain at all. The reason was simple—she could still hear the irregular rhythm of

his heart.

“I'm right here,” she hummed in response.

Over the past month, she had faintly heard the sound of his heartbeat in her sleep on more than one occasion. Now

that it echoed through her ear, she simply found it too good to be true.

As for Curtis, the emotions that he had suppressed for the past month burst out the moment Rayna's words

reverberated in his ears. As his eyes began to redden, a tear streamed down the corner of his eyes when he closed

them. In absolute silence, it continued its journey down toward Rayna's hair.

Sensing the sorrow exuded by Curtis, Rayna placed her hand on his cheek. “I don't remember what you look like.

And now that I can't see, I'm unable to picture your face in my mind.”

Holding her hand, Curtis gently guided it across his face.

After she ran her fingers over his eyes, nose, mouth, and jawline, Rayna commented, “Your features seemed to be

very angular. You must be very handsome, aren't you?”