His Precious Love

Chapter 671

“Okay. We'll go over at once,” Milo replied before casting a look at Curtis and Robin. “Please excuse us.”

Seeing that Milo was leaving, Simone followed suit. Before doing so, she again stressed that it was imperative that

Curtis give the medicine to Rayna and remember to collect more when it was close to running out.

Curtis gave his word that he would do so. When they had both left, he went over to the hospital bed and bent down

to scoop Rayna up in his arms. “Go and drive the car over, Robin. We'll go to Jayfort first. Also, notify Harvey to go

straight to Jayfort,” he instructed Robin as he walked out of the ward.

Robin gave an answer in acknowledgment and walked in front of them to pave the way for them.

A black Maybach slowly drove away from the entrance of the hospital. Across the road was a white car with a man

in the driver's seat. He watched as the black Maybach left before taking out a cigarette from his pocket. Just as he

was about to light it, his gaze fell on the spot between his thumb and index finger of his right hand. After putting the

cigarette back into the box, he started the car and drove forward unhurriedly.

During the drive to Jayfort, Rayna, who initially had her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she did

was to direct her gaze to the person beside her. Upon confirming that it was Curtis, she lifted her hand slowly to

touch his cheek. Alas, a sharp stinging pain assailed her hand when she did so. Just as her hand was about to fall,

he grabbed her wrist and looked down at her. “You're awake. Are you still in great pain?”

“It's still bearable,” she replied in a hoarse voice. Honks drifted into her ears, upon which she asked, “Where are we

going?”

“Jayfort.” Grasping her hand, Curtis kissed her on the forehead and promised, “I'll never leave you behind anymore.

It'll never happen again.”

This time, it's already a miracle that I found her in a day. If the previous incident were to repeat itself, and she was

taken abroad, what would become of me if I really couldn't find her forever? I don't even dare to think of that

possibility.

“Oh yes, how's the matter with the elderly traditional medical practitioner?” All of a sudden, Rayna recalled that

their trip there was meant to locate the elderly traditional medical practitioner.

Curtis did not keep her in the dark anymore, answering honestly, “He's dead. One of the men who took you away

from the hotel that day was his brother. As for the identity of the other young man, I've already ordered someone

to look into it.”

Only after she heard his response did realization gradually dawn upon her. “I see. No wonder, then. I didn't suspect

anything when the man claimed to be the elderly traditional medicine practitioner himself, but I later found him to

be overly aggressive and was very much puzzled about it.”

“How so?” Curtis inquired.

“As far as I remember, that elderly traditional medicine practitioner was exceedingly gentle in nature. Besides, he

talks really slowly. If you're impatient, you'll even get an anxiety attack speaking to him.” At that point, a smile

quirked her lips. “By the way, do you know who's the person that saved me when we left the beach?”

At her question, Curtis arched a brow, responding in a low and unhurried voice, “No.”

On the heels of that, he added, “You're not well yet, so don't think about all this. Rest well. Right now, the most

important thing is to recuperate.” Verily, he did not want her to spend the last vestiges of her energy deciphering

those people's true identities.

“You're right,” Rayna affirmed with a nod and nestled in his embrace. When the car drove onto a small street, the

shouts of hawkers and the sounds of locals washing their clothes by the river could be heard from outside the car

window. “I've always heard that the pace at Jayfort is very sedate. From the look of things now, it's true.”

“Do you like this place?” Curtis stretched out a hand to stroke her hair which was a touch messy.

“Yeah,” the woman confessed, bobbing her head. She was fond of a classic scenic town with waterways like Jayfort,

for it gave people a sense of comfort in their loneliness.

“If you like it, we'll buy a house here. In the future, we can come here often with the kids.” Curtis had his lips beside

her ear, sounding incredibly indulgent.

“Sure.” A faint smile appeared on Rayna's pale face. Then, she lamented softly, “It feels like we've never spent such

a long time together in the past.”

That casual comment of hers promptly turned his expression solemn. “That won't happen again. I'll spend more

time with you and the kids in the future.”

Indeed, the amount of time they spent together daily throughout the course of their relationship could not even

begin to compare with that of the recent two months.

Suddenly, Rayna murmured, “I'm sorry. Because of me, you can't live your life peacefully. Previously, I even

dragged you into the internal strife between Jefferson and Terblanc Group when you were already swamped with

the matters of Faymon Group. The dust had just settled, and Faymon Group is facing another impending crisis, yet

you've got to bustle around for my sake. I'm sorry, Curtis.”

“Why are you apologizing, silly? It had never been you dragging me down but the other way around.” That time

around, the incidents befalling Rayna came too sudden and bizarre. It was definitely premeditated, or Curtis would

not still be in the dark about the mastermind's intention even after two months had passed.

His instincts screamed that it was a plot orchestrated by the mastermind. The ultimate goal was undoubtedly

Faymon Group and him instead of Rayna. Perhaps she was but a pawn in the whole scheme.

After Faymon Group encountered a crisis in the real estate project in Yartran, its share prices had been dropping

even till then. Despite the occasional rises, they were never on par with the decline.

At the same time, the progress of Glory's newly developed product had also been hampered. Just a little over a

week ago, some consumers lodged reports of Glory's cosmetic products causing damage to the skin. Worse still,

some claimed that Glory's perfumes contained a minute amount of refined poppy that would make clients addicted

after inhaling them.

Curtis did not mention any of that to Rayna. On top of that, he even instructed Ella to keep silent, forbidding the

latter from saying a word to her.

In his eyes, company matters paled in comparison to Rayna's affairs.

At present, Faymon Group was controlled by Alfred behind the scenes, so he was not worried. As for Glory, he

entrusted it to Jasmine, letting her handle things secretly. The current focus was on dealing with the investigation by

Market Regulation Bureau.

In truth, he was confident in solving the few problems Glory was facing. Having been in the business field for so

many years, he had witnessed numerous tactics used in sabotaging others. The only thing he needed to do right

then was to ferret out the person making trouble for Glory on the sly.

Curtis took his phone out of his pocket and flipped to the photos taken by the bodyguards he sent to the seaside

mansion. As soon as he saw the great pile of laboratory equipment in the living room, his first thought was that the

culprit wanted to experiment on Rayna. Precisely speaking, they were targeting the parasite within her.

While that was merely his conjecture, he was totally convinced that it could be nothing else but the truth.

He scrolled through the photos on his phone. The moment his gaze landed on a tiny bit of plant in a shattered glass

vessel, his eyes glinted coldly.

Only when he lowered his eyes did he put away the chilliness in them. He studied the woman in his arms, then

directed his gaze on the emerald bracelet on her wrist. A flash of something dark flittered across his eyes.