His Precious Love

Chapter 65 Accidentally Pulling Down His Pants

Upon noticing the intruder that night, Rayna—under desperate circumstances—had hidden the

translated address in the pocket of her bathrobe. She sent Gabriel to the room to retrieve it.

Soon, Gabriel returned with the paper containing her translation in his hand.

Despite Rayna’s inability to stand, her arms were capable of moving freely. Sprawled on the desk in front

of her, she finished translating the Uronian words and wrote them on the paper in front of her.

When the results clearly showed an address, she whipped out her phone to do a quick search. The place

was extremely remote, albeit trackable by satellite.

“Mr. Faymon, here’s the translation.” Rayna handed Curtis the paper when he came over. “However, it’s

located someplace secluded. It’s more than a hundred kilometers from the city center.”

I wonder what an isolated place like that could have that’s worth a billion…

Curtis studied the paper in silence.

“Give them a call, and tell them to be prepared.” A long while later, he finally handed the paper to

Gabriel. “We’ll set off once Ms. Garland has fully recovered.”

Rayna pouted at his words.

I hope to recover as soon as possible too. Not being able to speak is such a pain.

In the afternoon, Gabriel went out for work, leaving Rayna and Curtis alone in the room. One was busy

with work, while the other was playing with her phone and eating.

Silence reigned in the room until Rayna felt that her bladder was full.

I need to pee.

Feeling awkward, she tried to get out of bed but was hindered by her unresponsive legs. I was strangled,

so why are my legs affected?

“What is it?” Exhausted from work, Curtis was massaging his forehead when he caught a glimpse of

Rayna, who was struggling to get out of bed. A thought popped into his head, and he asked, “Are you

trying to go to the bathroom?”

Rayna felt even more embarrassed.

Curtis walked over to her and carried her in his arms before she had the chance to react.

Her cheeks burning and legs dangling in the air, Rayna had no choice but to wrap her arms around his

neck. Her inability to voice her protest increased the awkwardness and panic she felt.

Sensing her inhibition, Curtis said, “It’s fine. I don’t mind. You were hurt under my watch. I should take

responsibility. Anyway, this is no big deal.”

Rayna was speechless.

Uncle Curtis, you may not mind, but I do!

After carrying Rayna into the bathroom, Curtis brought her the wooden coat stand, which she could use

to support herself. By the time he closed the door attentively behind him, Rayna’s face was flaming red.

All of a sudden, the urge to pee was gone.

Nevertheless, she finally succeeded in easing herself after attempting for a long while. Even though she

had the support of her walking stick, walking to wash her hands felt as if she was trudging through mud.

It took such a heavy toll on her that her entire head was covered in sweat.

Consequently, she gave up on making her own way out and resigned herself to being carried.

After staggering two steps forward, Rayna lost her balance while opening the door, causing her body to

be thrown forward. Meanwhile, Curtis, who was on the phone, didn’t expect her to come out so suddenly.

Before he could catch her in time, Rayna fell forward and grabbed his cotton pants, pulling them down to

expose his underwear.

Curtis couldn’t help but gasp.

Despite landing on the luxurious carpet, Rayna felt an excruciating pain shooting through her chest and

elbows. While she was in agony, she realized she was holding tightly onto something.

Just as she wondered why the walking stick felt so soft, she noticed a pair of pants pulled down to

someone’s ankle. The pair of muscular calves right in front of her eyes caused her to freeze instantly.

This belongs to…

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she looked up daringly and was greeted by a pair of long legs that led to

a pair of black underwear hanging by the hips. The bump in the middle of it couldn’t be more obvious.

The silence that ensued was broken by a crack of the door that heralded Gabriel’s entry. He reported,

“Mr. Faymon, Old Mr. Faymon couldn’t get through to your phone and wants you to—”

Gabriel stopped mid-sentence as the scene in the bathroom came into his view. Stopping in his tracks,

he instantly realized the inappropriateness of his presence.

“I’m sorry.” A few seconds later, he cordially shut the door behind him.

No sooner had Rayna regained her senses than she released her grip as if she was dropping a hot

potato. Gesturing for Curtis to pull up his pants, she—cheeks blushing hard—averted her gaze to look

awkwardly at the motifs of the carpet.

At that moment, she desperately wished for the ground to swallow her whole.

“Ms. Garland, I’ve never seen someone as dumb as you are.” With his phone sandwiched between his

ear and shoulder, Curtis pulled his pants back up, covering his long legs and underwear.

After she had repeated a mistake similar to what had happened in his home, he began to have serious

doubts about her mental capacity.

“Who? Is it Rayna?” Due to how quiet the room was, Kristie’s voice could be heard from the phone even

though it wasn’t on speaker.

“Curt, what did Rayna do to you? Did she throw herself into your arms… God! I knew she was a vixen all

along! Curt, of all the people by your side, why did you have to take her on your trip… Curt, you’re not

allowed to like her. I forbid it! Do you hear me?”

Temper flaring, Kristie rattled on like a machine gun, causing everyone’s ears to ring. She couldn’t help

giving Rayna an earful through her gritted teeth.

“She didn’t do anything to me. She just fell down by accident.” The sullen look on Curtis’ face was a

testament to the irritation he felt. “You should go back to filming. There are still things I need to take care

of.”

“Curt, you don’t care about me anymore. You have barely spoken to me and now you want to end the

call.” Feeling aggrieved, Kristie was on the brink of tears. “After you took Gray Wolf with you, there’s no

one to cook and wait on me. How do you expect me to continue filming when I’m in such a bad mood?

Just the thought of Rayna by your side makes me feel worse!”

“I need Gray Wolf here. Once he’s done, I’ll send him back.”

“How long more will it take?”

“A week at most.” Curtis rubbed his forehead, his patience wearing thin. “All right now. If you feel like

eating anything, get the assistant to buy it. I need to go back to work.”

Knowing Curtis’ temper, Kristie knew when not to cross the line. She said aggrievedly, “In that case, you

have to promise me not to let her take advantage of you, including touching your hand.”

“Fine. I’m hanging up now.”

By the time Curtis ended the call, Rayna had gotten back to her feet with the help of her walking stick.

Her lips were twitching as she had overheard the entire conversation.

The fear of Kristie tearing her apart upon her return began creeping into her slowly.

“Can you walk?” After the earlier incident, Curtis, too, was inhibited by his embarrassment. Suppressing

the urge to carry her back to bed, he ended up asking her about it first.

Rayna responded with a nod. Nonetheless, despite her best efforts, she could hardly move a step.

Unable to tolerate the sight any longer, Curtis rang up one of the female staff to help her.

Soon, Gabriel returned to the room.

His gaze would still shift between Rayna and Curtis. Embarrassed by the suspicious look he was giving

her, Rayna pulled him aside.

She typed: Mr. Tylinski, don’t let your imagination run wild. While coming out of the bathroom, I slipped

and fell on Mr. Faymon, causing the embarrassing scene earlier.

“Mm-hmm. I’m not overthinking anything.” Despite expressing his understanding, Gabriel snuck Curtis a

glance. “That said, you should consider him. After all, he’s good-looking, rich, and coveted by half of

Norwal City’s women.”

His words brought a grim expression upon Rayna’s face.

What’s Mr. Tylinski trying to say? I was just clarifying the earlier situation. Besides, Julian and I just got

divorced. If Curtis and I were to have a relationship, the Faymon family would probably kill me.