His Precious Love

Chapter 662

Rayna tugged at the corner of his shirt and pleaded, “Please? Let me come with you.”

She looked so pitiful that Curtis' heart softened. He eventually found himself relenting and permitting her to

accompany them on their journey.

Rayna could finally relax. “By the way, what did Mr. Yeast tell you earlier?” she asked as she munched on a piece of

pancake Curtis gave her.

Curtis stopped mid-motion as he was about to place a plate of spaghetti on the coffee table. He quickly came up

with a different excuse. “Oh, it was just a small matter at work. Nothing significant.”

“Oh, I see,” came Rayna's reply.

Rayna and Curtis had a simple yet satisfying dinner at the hotel after their two-hour hike, which had been incredibly

tiring. After the meal, Rayna was so exhausted that she could hardly keep her eyes open. She curled up on the

couch and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

After Curtis cleared the mess on the table, he carried Rayna up from the couch and walked into the bathroom.

...

It was a rainy night in Norwal City.

A man in a khaki coat emerged from his black sports car parked in the three hundred square meters wide

courtyard of Windshadow Mansion. He strode toward the entrance and went inside the mansion.

“Oh? You're finally back home, huh?” Inside the mansion, Octavia stood on the stairs lazily. Clad in a red silk

nightgown, she teased, “I thought you won't be home tonight!”

The man shrugged out of his coat and tossed it on the couch. Giving her a cold look, he asked, “Who let you in?”

“Do I even need help getting into a house like yours?” Octavia asked. She then removed the dangling earrings from

her ear lobes and tossed them to the man standing on the stairs below her “Six months ago, you said you were

going to leave Yartran to come to Norwal City. I thought you were in a bad mood as your hand got hurt and wanted

to relax for a bit.”

Her eyes sparkled seductively as she made her way down the stairs to stand in front of the man. Her long, slender

fingers brushed across the man's chest. “How could you lie to me, Thibault? Don't you feel bad?”

Thibault slapped her hand that was trailing over his body away. He unbuttoned his shirt and marched to the wine

cabinet. After pouring himself a glass of wine, he downed it in one swig, the liquid burning his throat. Slamming the

glass onto the cabinet, he spun around, his eyes blazing. “When did you get here?” he demanded.

“The night before you followed them to Shvomhid Mountain,” came Octavia's answer. She rubbed her hand that

Thibault had roughly slapped away. A noticeable red mark was visible on the back of her hand.

“Move out now!” Without looking at her, Thibault gave a curt order. “Either you move out yourself, or I kick you out.

Make your choice!”

“Hey!” Octavia had no idea Thibault would do this to her. Furious, she watched as he climbed up the stairs and

declared, “I did everything you told me to! I don't care what you think. You're in Norwal City, and I'm going to be

here for the time being. I won't move into a hotel. We're in this together, so you can't shake me off so easily!”

Thibault paused with his hand on the doorknob, hesitating before pushing the door open. He then slammed it shut

with such force that Octavia jolted in surprise downstairs. She muttered under her breath, “Why did he get so

angry? He chose to leave Yartran to come to Norwal City. No one kicked him out.”

Something flashed across her mind as her lips curled. “Norwal City... Rayna...”

A loud bang sounded behind her. Octavia whirled around to realize that Thibault had tossed her suitcase down from

the second floor. “Thibault, this is too much! How can you be so ungrateful?”

“When I left Yartran, I made it clear to you that I wasn't interested in you at all. I am grateful for your assistance in

helping me leave the country and, as a result, I promise not to pursue the issue of you drugging me that night.

We're even now!” Thibault declared. He returned to Octavia's room and tossed her remaining items down.

Octavia glared at him. “Thibault, I dare you to toss everything!”

She had just said that when Thibault emerged from the bedroom, about to hurl a white gift box down. Seeing that,

she implored, “Please don't throw that! I'll leave, I'll go right now! Just don't throw it!”

Despite her pleas, Thibault released his hold on the gift box, and it crashed onto the ground in the living room. The

sound of breaking glass could be heard coming from within the box. Octavia's eyes filled with tears as she

exclaimed, “This is too much, Thibault!”

“Too much?” Thibault let out a snort as though he had just heard a joke. He slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and

took off his prosthetic arm. His sleeve hung loosely as he asked icily, “Ms. Octavia, do you have a bad memory or

do you like pretending to be a fool?”

Downstairs, Octavia paled at the sight of the empty spot underneath his sleeve where his arm should be. Pursing

her lips, she responded stubbornly, “That wasn't entirely my fault. It was that woman's fault that you lost your arm.

Why are you blaming it on me?”

Octavia nervously gripped the corners of her clothes. “Why don't you hate her? She was the reason you lost your

arm. Not only you, even Jeff—”

Thibault's cold voice cut in, “If I hear his name from your lips again, I'll ask my men to cripple you!”

Downstairs, Octavia felt a chill run down her spine. “I'm just telling the truth!” she insisted.

“The truth?” Thibault arched a brow. He leveled a sharp look at her and asked, “Who was the one who switched

Jeff's medicine?”

Octavia said nothing.

“Do you know that if you hadn't switched his medicine, Jeff might still be alive, and he wouldn't have to part with

Belle forever?” His frosty words went deep into her heart like an iron shard.

“Ms. Octavia, your association with the royal family means that we common folks cannot afford to upset you. I

implore you to stop coming to me, or I cannot guarantee your safe departure.” With that, Thibault spun on his heels

and returned to his room, leaving Octavia sobbing silently in the living room.

“I didn't do it on purpose. I had no idea things will turn out this way...” Octavia crouched down and gathered her

scattered clothes from the floor, placing them neatly back into her suitcase. “Belle is doing well now. Why am I still

blamed?”

Thibault stood in the center of the room after shrugging out of his shirt. Without bothering to put any clothes on, he

turned to gaze at the photo on his bedside table. He picked it up and examined it closely.

In the photo, a young girl stood on the lawn with a timid look on her face, her head resting on the shoulder of a

young man standing next to her. Behind them, another young man was looking at them with a cheerful grin.

“You came all the way here for her, but you failed to bring her back. This time, I shall bring her back on your

behalf,” Thibault vowed as he pressed his forehead to the photo. “I promise to bring her back. Just you wait. You'll

reunite with her soon.”