His Precious Love

Jessica: You’re welcome. So, tell me. How are you spending your time with Mr. Faymon? Is there any

spark between you two yet?

Rayna: You’re overthinking. Remember to keep this map a secret.

Jessica: Don’t worry. I used my laptop to sketch the map. Besides, I deleted my files after sending you a

copy. You should seize this opportunity to win Mr. Faymon’s affection. Go for it!

Rayna was rendered speechless.

I can’t fathom what’s going on in Jessica’s mind. She behaved like a charlatan previously, telling me

about all his negative traits and how he’s a jinx to his wife. Yet now she’s urging me to be with him. I

simply can’t keep up with her volatility.

Then, holding her phone, Rayna returned to the living room. She saw Curtis, head lowered, sitting in

front of his laptop, seemingly occupied with an unknown task. She strode over and said, “Mr. Faymon, I

have something to talk to you about.”

“Good timing. I have something to tell you too.” He shifted the laptop screen in her direction. “Take a look

at this.”

A map was displayed on the screen.

“What a coincidence. I also asked someone to help me draw a map.” Rayna glanced at the screen and

saw that it was a map of the address. Unable to stop herself from laughing, she handed her phone to

him.

Comparing the maps on the phone and laptop, he realized the map on her phone was more precise and

informative.

Curtis arched his brows in amusement. Even Gabriel, who has served me for so long, rarely shares my

thoughts, yet this woman has tacitly done the same thing as me.

“Who drew this map for you? Is that person trustable?”

“Yes, she’s trustable. She’s also a member of Faymon Group.” Rayna relaxed after listening to his simple

question, as he didn’t reprimand her. “She’s Faymon Group’s specially-recruited employee, Jessica.”

Curtis could vaguely recall Jessica’s existence as a relatively short woman who had assisted Rayna in

the fight involving the mistresses. “She’s a talent. Faymon Group is blessed to be able to recruit her.”

Rayna seized that opportunity and chimed in, “Mr. Faymon, there’s no need to thank her. The more

practical way to express your gratitude will be to give her a pay raise when you’re back.”

“Okay.”

Fearing that Rayna’s phone might become faulty, Curtis sent a copy of the map to his own. Then, the two

began discussing the selection of routes.

A few minutes into the conversation, she felt something was off. “Mr. Faymon, I don’t think I’m suitable to

participate in this discussion.”

“You’re being too courteous, Ms. Garland. Without you, this collaboration wouldn’t be a success.

Besides, you’re intelligent, so I believe you’ll be able to provide me with constructive input,” he said.

At that instant, Rayna felt her effort acknowledged and her character trusted.

Since their arrival at Tyrandas, Curtis hadn’t held back any information from her. He had even allowed

her to take part in the one-billion-collaboration, placing an unwavering and complete faith in her.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to point at her cheek. “Ms. Garland, there’s something on your face.”

“Huh? Where?” She immediately touched her face but failed to sense anything. “What is it?”

Taking in her dazed expression and failure to remove the debris, he chuckled and reached out his hand.

When his cold finger grazed across her cheek, the caress caused her to feel a little itchy on her face and

prompted her heart to palpitate. Why do I think that Uncle Curtis is such an expert in the art of

seduction?

“Mr. Faymon, I’ve informed all our men.” At that moment, Gabriel entered the living room and shattered

the flirtatious atmosphere.

Rayna regained her senses and blushed to the tips of her ears. She muttered indistinctively before

hastily returning to her room.

Gabriel placed his clenched fist near his lips and cleared his throat. “I think I should knock before I come

in next time. Seeing Ms. Garland fleeing the scene every time is making me feel embarrassed.”

Curtis glanced at the closed door. He slightly curled his thin lips while rubbing the piece of glitter between

his fingertips.

He had helped Rayna remove the glitter from her face earlier.

She does get red-faced easily, unlike Kristie, who has a carefree personality and acts coquettishly

whenever she pleases. In contrast, Rayna only does so when she’s in bed.

Curtis’ throat felt dry when he realized the inappropriate thoughts surfacing in his mind.

After some time, he asked Gabriel, “Gabriel, what do you think of Ms. Garland?”

Gabriel took a quick look at Curtis.

After working for the latter for so long, Gabriel knew Curtis had always been focused on work. Curtis was

already approaching his thirties, yet he hadn’t established a relationship with any woman. Meanwhile,

everyone else around his age was happily married and blessed with multiple children.

Besides, because Mr. Faymon is reluctant to get married, he’s causing me to feel self-conscious about

finding a girlfriend. This is a perfect opportunity!

Gabriel cleared his throat again and said, “Mr. Faymon, to be honest, I think Ms. Garland is great. She’s

smart, competent, and skilled in cooking. Anyone who marries her can enjoy a good life.”

Curtis crossed his legs and leaned back on the couch. “Is that so? Why did Julian cheat on her then?”

Gabriel explained, “That’s because Mr. Julian is more lustful. I heard Ms. Garland has a condition that

disallows them to sleep together, so Mr. Julian…”

Curtis rubbed his chin.

I am aware of her sexual disorder. However, the last time at the hotel and this time, I didn’t detect her

repulsion on both occasions. Could it be the effect of alcohol numbing her senses? Does that mean

Rayna has been taking the initiative to sleep with me and take advantage of me all along?

“I believe Ms. Garland did the right thing by filing for a divorce. Aside from her slightly inadequate family

background, she’s excellent in all other aspects. Mr. Julian does not deserve her…”

He continued buttering Rayna up and showering her with praises. Subsequently, he shuddered as the

temperature inside the room seemed to have suddenly dropped to a chilling zero-degree.

When he shifted his gaze onto Curtis, Gabriel noticed the latter’s grimace as if someone had slapped

him across his face.