His Precious Love

Chapter 651

“Though Ringo is the one taking care of things at Terblanc Group, he's doing it in my name. I do not wish their inner

circle to drag Jefferson's name through the mud because of this.” Rayna took a deep breath, not allowing Curtis the

opportunity to retort as she continued calmly, “I know this may sound very selfish, but this is the last thing I can do

for Jefferson. I spoke to you once before about this, and you were supportive then.

“I'm not forcing you to choose, Curtis. I just... hope there aren't any lies in our marriage.” Emboldened by the

recovery of her memory, Rayna blurted the words she should have said several months ago.

Though she knew that it was not the right day to discuss the matter, she feared she would never get another

chance if she did not do so, and she would never stop doubting Curtis.

Though Curtis had not said anything since Jefferson's death, she noticed on occasion that he still harbored a grudge

toward her relationship with Jefferson.

Curtis doesn't mind that I was once married to Julian, but he does when it comes to Jefferson.

Curtis, however, felt the time was not yet ripe. “I admit I was wrong for hiding Faymon Group's venture into

Yartran's real estate scene, but I had a reason for doing so, of which specifics I will delve into later. Faymon Group

will not fight for Terblanc Group's business. Trust me. I won't go back on my promise to you.”

He understood Rayna's worries, so he did not wish to tell her anything before the matter was resolved lest her

imagination ran wild.

“I trust you,” Rayna replied softly. “One more thing: don't tell anyone that I've regained my memory.”

Curtis froze in his act of picking up his fork and turned his solemn gaze toward Rayna. “Why?”

“Don't you find it strange?” Rayna said slowly. “I sought you out as soon as something happened to the project,

then got into a car accident right after. How did they time it so well?”

Curtis' grip tightened around the fork at Rayna's words. “I've wondered about that, too.”

“Indeed. Before we get to the bottom of this, we cannot tell anybody about me regaining my memory yet.” As

Rayna spoke, she tried hard to recall the circumstances surrounding her accident.

The large truck, coming from the opposite direction, had clearly been heading for her. Sandwiched from both ends,

she was not supposed to survive the accident that day.

It's obvious. They were trying to kill me.

“All right, we'll do as you say.” Curtis' gaze fell onto Rayna. His eyes narrowed when they reached her neck and

grew grim.

Curtis worked in his study that afternoon while Rayna sat on the couch there and played with the three children.

Despite not being able to see the children, she could no longer contain the affection in her heart.

After regaining her memory, Rayna did not disguise her feelings toward the children, especially Xareni.

Arnaud had abducted Xareni shortly after her birth. Though she ended up safe, the mere memory of the incident

gave Rayna palpitations.

The housekeeper knocked on the door to the study when Rayna and the children were lost in peals of laughter.

“Your assistant, Ella, is here, Mrs. Faymon.”

Curtis, who had been occupied with work, paused in his task to look up at Rayna on the couch. He waved the

housekeeper away before approaching her. “Since Ella is here, let the nanny take the kids.”

Rayna loosened her grip around Xareni's hand, and the nanny stepped forward from the corner to carry the child

away.

“You want to come with me?” Rayna asked, leaning against Curtis as he helped her up from the couch. “Do you also

wish to ask about Chandler?”

Curtis smoothened her collar, which had been yanked askew by the children. “I saw a person who looked a lot like

Chandler two days ago when I was driving.”

In actual fact, they did not just look alike. They were peas in a pod.

Seated on the living room couch, Ella awaited Rayna's arrival.

Accompanied by Curtis, Rayna descended the stairs into the living room ten minutes later.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. We were delayed by another matter,” Rayna began. Curtis helped her to the couch and

then sat down beside her.

Ella watched as Curtis seated himself beside Rayna, and her hands on her legs clenched slowly; they looked as if

they were about to interrogate her. “What can I do for you, Ms. Garland?”

“Relax. I just have some instructions for you, that's all,” Rayna soothed, having detected Ella's fear in her voice.

“Oh, I see,” Ella replied, though her gaze occasionally flitted toward Curtis.

Aware that Rayna and Curtis' wedding was only several months away, her being summoned to the Faymon

residence in his presence caused her an instinctive fear.

Rayna delegated some work to Ella involving Glory Corporation briskly while discussing Chandler.

“Isn't Chandler's assistant, Nora, handling the matter, Ms. Garland?” Ella did not understand why the petty task of

babysitting Happy Entertainment had fallen to her.

“Though Nora is in charge, I'm still not reassured. I feel better with you on it as you're more experienced. I'll give

you a raise if you take over and handle this well. You don't have to fret over Chandler's problem. Just keep an eye

out after them,” Rayna said. “His assistant still handles his daily work, so you don't have to worry about that.”

“So...” Ella asked after a moment's hesitation, “This feels as if I now outrank Chandler.”

“Something like that,” Rayna replied drily. “Didn't you want to manage celebrities? If you do this well, I can assign

you to Happy Entertainment.”

Ella's smile widened at those words. “Don't worry, Ms. Garland. I promise to complete the tasks you assigned me.”

Rayna nodded before turning to face Curtis beside her. “Do you have anything to add?”

“Seeing as you've made all the arrangements, I have nothing else to say.” Curtis' gaze fell on Rayna, and his lips

curled. As my wife has taken care of everything I was going to do, I have nothing else to add. Chandler, though...

Curtis had become even warier of that celebrity ever since he had broken into the Faymon residence, so he had

Robin send somebody to keep Chandler under constant surveillance.

However, he did not expect Rayna to have begun guarding herself against Chandler as well.

After discussing with Rayna in the living room for over half an hour, Ella rose to depart the Faymon residence.

Rayna remained seated on the couch as she helped herself to fruits. Her brows furrowed at the recollection of her

various encounters with Chandler months ago.

“You have men watching Chandler, don't you?” Rayna turned to Curtis beside her, devouring the strawberry in her

hand in one bite.

Curtis froze in the middle of peeling an orange. He frowned. “Why do you ask? Are you feeling sorry for the

celebrity under your care?”

“Not exactly.” She was worried that Curtis might be hostile to Chandler.

She had not mentioned to Curtis how Chandler had pestered her back then, so she wondered if he had managed to

uncover anything.

Even if nothing happened between us, he does harbor inappropriate thoughts toward me.