His Precious Love

Chapter 658

“You're the sweetest talker around.” Petronella held Jovan's hand with a soft smile on her face. When her gaze

landed on Sheena, she waved at her. “Sheena, you're here too? Come, come to me.”

Right as Sheena was about to take a step forward, her eyes drifted toward Jovan, who was standing behind the

elderly woman, and she froze.

“What's going on?” Petronella asked, noticing the stiffening of Sheena's body. She then turned to Jovan and asked,

“Brat, did you bully Sheena again?”

“I didn't! Why would I dare to do that?” Jovan cried out as the elderly woman smacked his arm. He then lifted his

head to look at Sheena and raised his hand toward her. “Do come over.”

At that, Irina gave Sheena a push. “Sheena, Jovan's calling you.”

Irina's reminder snapped the dazed Sheena back to her senses. She then glanced at Irina, her parents, and Isaac.

Lifting her skirt, she started walking toward Jovan, and when she reached him, she placed her hand in his palm.

“Good, good.” Petronella was all smiles as she looked at them.

As Jovan held Sheena's hand, his eyes landed on her cheek. Right then, a voice echoed in his head while someone

else's face appeared in his mind.

“Jefferson. Jefferson Hamilton...”

“Why are you ignoring me? Hey, do you think I look good in this?”

“Jefferson, I hate you!”

“I never want to see you again, Jefferson Hamilton!”

...

“Jo, what's the matter?” Petronella called out when she noticed something amiss with Jovan.

Jovan came back to his senses to find out that he had been gripping Sheena's hand too tightly. Even Sheena had a

grimace on her face from the force around her hand.

The moment Jovan let go of her, Sheena retracted her hand and began looking at Jovan with anger in her eyes.

Right then, the butler came out of the dining room and said, “Mr. Eastbridge, Mrs. Eastbridge, Old Mrs. Eastbridge,

the food is ready.” His words cut through the tense atmosphere in the living room.

“Let's take a seat.” Isaac gestured at Sheena's parents before giving Jovan, who was still rooted to his spot, a

warning look.

In the meantime, Jahan and Silas shared a look before entering the dining room.

...

Ever since she came back from Jefferson's grave, Rayna had been staying with the children. While Curtis was

reading company documents in the study by himself, he mulled over the young couple he bumped into at the

graveyard.

The way that young man had looked at and talked with Rayna somehow made a wave of repulsion wash across

Curtis.

Knock, knock, knock.

Right then, someone knocked on the door. Then, Rayna's voice sounded out behind the door. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Curtis closed the file in front of him and walked toward the door. At the same time, the housekeeper pushed

the door open for Rayna to enter. When Curtis stepped forward to hold her, his gaze landed on her clothes—the

ones she was wearing earlier in the day—and he frowned.

“How much time do you still need?” Rayna asked. “Didn't you say you were going to Shvomhid Mountain tomorrow?

Won't you tire yourself out too much along the journey tomorrow if you don't rest now?”

“I'm almost done. It'll only take another half an hour more.” Curtis helped Rayna to the couch.

“The nanny has taken the kids away, and I'm bored in the bedroom. I'll wait for you here,” Rayna said as she

hooked her arm around the man's arm. Then, she sniffed a little and noticed the faint scent of coffee in the study.

“You had coffee?”

“Mhm, but not much,” the man answered.

He was going to head to Shvomhid Mountain the next day, and he did not know how long he was going to stay

there. That was why he was hoping to settle as many documents as he could that night.

However, he did not tell Rayna about it because he did not want to worry her and end up postponing the plan to

head to Shvomhid Mountain.

“I'll just be here for a while. Do go back to your work,” Rayna urged as she let go of his arm.

Curtis hummed in agreement before taking an MP3 player for her from under the desk. It was a music player that

Rayna had used a long time ago, but she hardly ever used it after marrying Curtis.

Hence, when Rayna touched the player, she froze. “Why is this player with you?” I thought I lost it last time.

Curtis then placed the earphones into her ears before switching on the player. Instead of answering her question,

he asked, “Is the volume all right?” As he spoke, he even lowered the volume.

“Mhm. It's fine.” Bitter sweetness seeped into Rayna's heart when the familiar song began playing in her ears.

An emotion flickered in Curtis' eyes when he took in the hint of loneliness that danced across Rayna's eyes, but he

soon recollected himself.

...

At three in the morning, Rayna fell asleep on the study room's couch with a thin blanket draped on her while

listening to music.

Once Curtis was done with his work, he walked over to her to take out the earphones and switch off the music

player. After putting it aside, he carried her out of the study.

When Rayna woke again, she found herself in a car.

“You're awake? Why don't you sleep for a while longer?” Curtis rubbed his cheek against hers when he saw her

eyes opening.

After registering her surroundings, Rayna asked, “Are we on our way to Shvomhid Mountain?”

“Yes,” Curtis answered before adjusting the blanket on Rayna. “You were in a deep sleep, so I didn't want to wake

you.”

Rayna leaned against Curtis and rested her forehead against the man's jaw. After a quiet hum, she fell silent.

Realizing that she did not seem too happy, he raised a brow and asked, “Are you upset?”

“No,” Rayna muttered. “I just feel bad for you. You're so busy with Faymon Group's matters, but you still have to

take time out to deal with my problems.”

“Silly, what are you talking about?” Curtis was angry and resigned to hear that, but at the same time, he found his

heart melting. Tightening his grip on her shoulder, he said, “No work is more important than you and the kids to

me.”

“Okay,” Rayna answered before shifting in his arms. Rayna had soft hair, and rubbing her head against his body

brought an itch and a wave of heat into Curtis' body.

“Rayna,” said the man in a hoarse voice. Hearing the strangeness in his tone, Rayna asked, “What's the matter?”

Curtis took in a deep breath and stayed silent before gloomily saying, “Nothing.” Right as he said that, he lifted his

chin away from the top of Rayna's head before tilting his head to rest his cheek against the top of her head instead.