His Precious Love

His Precious Love Chapter 362

“I got it.”

The call ended. Jefferson clenched his phone, sitting on the bed. Let me be selfish for this one time. I don’t want to

let go of this happiness I fought so much to obtain.

After waking up, Rayna glanced at her phone. I can’t believe it’s almost noon. I must be a pig. Why am I such a

sleepyhead?

Quickly washing up, she then went downstairs and smelled the fragrant scent of food. Jefferson was preparing

lunch in the kitchen.

Rayna scratched her head and said awkwardly, “I don’t know how I managed to sleep till now. We agreed that I

would cook today. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You rarely slept in. I couldn’t bear to disturb you,” Jefferson replied with a smile while wearing oven mitts, then

placed the pot on the dining table. “I went to do the groceries just now and made venison soup.”

“The supermarket around here sells venison?” Rayna asked, surprised.

“No. I had to go to the market in the southern area to buy it.” Scooping a bowl of soup for her, Jefferson continued,

“I heard venison soup is good for your health. This is my first time making this, so I don’t know how it tastes.”

“As long as you made it, it must be delicious. I know your cooking skills.” Rayna lifted her bowl and blew on the soup

before taking a sip. Immediately, she gave Jefferson a thumbs up. “The soup is very nice!”

Jefferson’s eyes twinkled with joy.

As Rayna had a good appetite that day, she drank five bowls of venison soup and ate two servings of spaghetti.

Worried that her stomach might burst from eating that much, Jefferson forcefully took away her cutleries.

After lunch, Rayna showed her phone to Jefferson excitedly. “I’m so lucky today! Robert sent me a message saying

the medicine will be ready in a few days. This is so great!”

“Yes, I’m also looking forward to it.” Jefferson suppressed his disappointment and mustered a smile.

Rayna informed him she would be going to the hospital in the afternoon for a check–up, as she had a cold womb

and her period would often come late.

However, this time, her period was late by too long. She had been working hard recently, so she was worried she

would end up with a serious disorder.

Just when she was about to leave, it started pouring, and the temperature plummeted. As it was impossible to go

out in this weather, she decided to stay indoors and play games with Jefferson out of boredom.

They played monopoly, and the winner would get to draw on the loser’s face.

Rayna was lucky and never landed any punishments, so she grabbed a pen and drew however she wanted on his

face.

Soon, Jefferson’s face was like a painting, and Rayna could not help but guffaw.

They spent the whole afternoon playing, and when they finished, it was already dark outside.

Hungry and craving barbecue, Rayna volunteered to make it herself, but the food was all burnt as she had set the

timing on the oven for far too long. In the end, she could only make two servings of pasta.

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When Rayna finally checked her phone again, she realized she had missed a few calls. It showed that it was a local

number, and the calls were made in the afternoon.

She swatted her head and returned the call. “Why do I always put my phone on silent mode? Am I getting dementia

at such a young age?”

Yet, no one answered after she called twice. She stared at her phone, confused.

Arnaud wouldn’t be so free to call and humiliate me every day. It’s probably Jessie’s or James‘ new number, but

why isn’t anyone picking up?

Just then, Jefferson walked over with a cup of juice, and his eyes darkened when he glanced at her phone.

He placed the cup of juice before her and said, “I just made this. You can sleep well when you drink it.”

“Oh, sure.”

Rayna was used to him often offering her food. She lifted the cup and drank the juice without much thought, not

noticing Jefferson’s intense gaze and the spark in his eyes.

After drinking the juice, Rayna snuggled into the couch and sent a message to Curtis.

She had sent around a dozen messages to him during this period, but he replied to none. She had thought of calling

him, but afraid of disturbing him while he was busy, she dismissed that thought.

I slept till noon, and yet I’m starting to feel sleepy again. But I don’t really feel like sleeping.

Rubbing her eyes, Rayna muttered, “I’m a little sleepy. I wonder if it’s because of the rain.”

Seeing that she kept rubbing her eyes, Jefferson knew the drug was starting to take effect.

Last night, he had tossed and turned in bed, feeling anxious. He knew Rayna would be leaving him once she took

the medication at the lab in the next few days.

Even though he had blocked her phone from receiving and sending messages, Curtis would soon call.

When he went to do his groceries in the morning, he had bought a bottle of hallucinogens from the black market,

and just now, he had added a small amount of the drug to Rayna’s juice.

No matter what, I must make her stay by my side.

After pondering for a moment, Jefferson discreetly retrieved his phone, turned on the front camera, and placed it

on the couch. He then moved toward her and sat beside her.

“What’s wrong? Are you sleepy?” he asked softly, stroking her cheek.

“Yes…” As his palm was warm, Rayna could not help but rub her face against it.

She raised her head, and her blurry vision slowly became clear. She saw the man’s prominent features and sharp

gaze.

He was the person she was longing for.

Rayna’s breath quickened as she didn’t expect Curtis to be here. “Curtis, Curtis, I miss you so much…” she

murmured while clenching his shirt, afraid he would leave.

Pain shot through Jefferson’s heart, but upon seeing the love and longing in her eyes, he decided that he didn’t

mind being someone’s replacement as long as he could get her.

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“Belle, I miss you too.” He held the back of her head and leaned in, his breath falling on her face, then her lips.

Finally, he smashed his lips against hers and lost himself in her sweet taste.

Rayna arched her neck to kiss him back and wrapped her slender arms around his neck. The air was a mix of their

breaths.

Jefferson felt as if he was on fire. He felt thirsty and uncomfortable.

He wanted to wrap Rayna in his arms, but the couch was too small. He carried her and hurried upstairs, not

forgetting to take his phone, which was still recording, along.

Upon entering the bedroom, Jefferson placed her on the bed before collapsing on top of her, kissing her arms,

earlobe, and flushed face infatuatedly.

“Belle… Belle…” he called her name. Wanting to feel more of her, he removed her sweater aggressively. “I love

you.”

I don’t have anything, but I will be satisfied with just her by my side.

The fire in Jefferson’s eyes burned brighter as he stroked her flushed, soft skin. He could not help but press himself

closer to her.

“Belle, give me a child,” he uttered urgently, his hot breath tickling Rayna’s ear.

If we have a child, that child will become my priority. I will give her and our child the best and make them the

happiest people on Earth.

A burst of warmth welled up in Jefferson, and he tried to kiss her again. But this time, she frowned and pushed him

away.

“Y–You’re not Curtis… Let me go…

“Shh, I am him” Jefferson was worried the drug would have side effects, so he had only put a tiny amount in her

juice. He didn’t expect her to regain some consciousness and realize he wasn’t Curtis.

“You’re not!” Rayna shouted, noticing that his smell was different from Curtis‘.