His Precious Love

A while later, thunder rumbled in the sky, and it started to rain heavily.

Rayna was completely drenched.

She remained kneeling in front of the door as if the owner of the house would miraculously open the door if she

continued to stare at it.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and Rayna could see a figure approaching from the corner of her eye.

“Ms. Garland, it’s raining so heavily. You are going to fall sick if you continue kneeling here,” Wendella, who was

holding an umbrella, said in a pitiful tone as she looked at Rayna. “Do you need my help?”

Wendella?

Rayna took a glance at the woman before lowering her head again.

She clenched her fists tightly as she felt like she had been stabbed in the heart.

“That won’t be necessary.”

Without asking further questions, Wendella left after hearing that and walked up the stairs.

Rayna tried not to let her thoughts wander and feign nonchalance, but when she heard the sound of woman’s high

heels clicking as she walked, she could not help but look up.

She saw Wendella closing her umbrella before pressing the doorbell.

Please don’t open!

Rayna was clenching her fists so hard that her nails dug into her flesh, but she did not seem to feel any pain.

Although her vision was blurred due to the rain, she could see a tall silhouette opening the door and standing in

front of Wendella.

When Curtis saw Wendella, he frowned. After saying a few words to her, he opened the door wider for her to enter.

Rayna watched as Wendella stepped into the house. The man did not take a single glance in her direction before he

closed the door heartlessly. A chill ran down Rayna’s spine. At that moment, all she could feel was the cold wind

blowing mercilessly against her.

She was on the verge of collapsing as she pressed her lips together and tasted the salty rainwater.

“Why am I so silly…”

After Wendella entered the house, she noticed a pair of a woman’s slippers near the entrance, and her gaze

darkened. However, her expression went back to normal very quickly.

When she was about to bend down and remove her high heels, Curtis said, “There’s no need to take off your shoes.

Just come in.” Taking a pause, he shot a glance at her and continued placidly, “There are no rules that you have to

follow here.”

Wendella froze for a moment before humming in response.

She walked into the house barefooted and saw Curtis brewing coffee. Staring at his broad shoulders and tall figure,

the woman felt her heart skip a beat.

Who wouldn’t fall for a powerful, talented and mature man like him?

Wendella quickly shook off her inappropriate thoughts and approached Curtis. Leaning against the bar counter, she

asked, “Why are you back so soon? I thought you needed some time to settle Mr. Xavier’s matters.”

“My company needs me.”

“I can help you, Curtis.” Wendella fixed her scorching gaze on the man’s slender finders.

Curtis let out a slight chuckle before rejecting the woman’s offer. “It’s a waste of talent for you to work for me. With

your abilities, you have a very bright future ahead of you.”

Wendella replied calmly, “A capable person would be able to succeed anywhere she goes. I don’t really care much

about the company I work for. What’s important to me is that I get to help the person I like.”

Without replying, Curtis turned around and passed her a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

“Thank you,” Wendella said impassively and took over the coffee mug. Then, she brought the cup to her nose and

sniffed the aroma of the coffee before saying, “Are these arabica beans? The coffee tastes really smooth.”

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at his own cup of coffee.

Rayna had bought a few different varieties of coffee beans when she came over to use the coffee machine

previously.

Curtis felt a flicker of frustration when he was reminded of the stubborn woman who was still out there kneeling in

the rain. “Yup. Drink more if you like it. Since you’re here, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Wendella’s heart did a double somersault when she noticed the man’s cold expression.

After the two of them sat down in the living room, Curtis took out a document and handed it to Wendella.

“Pass this to your father.”

“Curtis, what’s the meaning of this?” Wendella could roughly guess what was written on the document, and her

smile froze. “Are you tossing me aside now that everything is settled?”

When Curtis heard that, a faint sneer appeared on his face, and without sparing a thought for the woman’s

feelings, he said curtly, “Ms. Sainz, please don’t behave like one of those lovelorn women. We both know that we

are just getting what we need from each other. Even though it was reported by the media that you have to return

to the country to get married, you know very well what the real reason behind your resignation was. I only agreed

to let you make use of me because of my business relationship with your father.”

Resentment festered in Wendella when she heard that.

It turned out that Curtis knew everything all along but chose not to expose her. He was only nice to her because

there was something he needed from her.

How about the woman who’s outside in the rain right now? Does she mean anything to him?

What a joke!

How can she be better than me?

Wendella took a deep breath and placed the coffee cup on the table gracefully before saying, “Of course, I know.

Although we are currently just putting up an act, I would like to turn it into reality.”

Fixing her gaze on Curtis, she continued, “Curtis, I want you to marry me.”

The man frowned.

Wendella knew what he was going to say next and quickly continued, “Norwal City’s military is controlled by the

Xaviers, Nicholsons and Youngs. Given that you don’t have any connections in the military, it’s impossible for you to

bring down the Xavier family. Marrying me would only benefit you since my father would be your father if you

become my husband.”

The woman walked over to Curtis and sat on his lap before saying, “My father dotes on me a lot. He will give me

anything I want.”

Curtis did not put up any resistance when the woman pushed him against the couch although he kept a cold

expression on his face.

“Is that so?”

“Of course.” Wendella traced her fingers along the man’s face and moved toward the buttons of his shirt. “As you

know, my father knows a lot of people. After we get married, his network of connections would be yours too.”

The woman unbuttoned Curtis’ shirt slowly, as if she was teasing him.

Wendella was deeply attracted to Curtis. She admired everything about him, including his looks, character, and

intellect.

With her superior family background, if she could marry a man like him, she would definitely become the envy of

everyone.

“Marry me, Curtis.” Wendella pressed her body against Curtis’ and said in an alluring voice. Her warm breaths

landed on his face as she continued, “You would be able to do anything you want if you marry me. Everyone would

think twice before going against you.”

Even though the woman was sitting on top of him and trying to arouse him, Curtis remained unmoved.

“Ms. Sainz, are you done?” the man said, a sneer forming on his lips.

Wendella froze for a moment before she felt pain in her arms.

The next second, she was being flung to the ground.

Curtis got up from the couch and buttoned his shirt with one hand. Looking down at Wendella, who was lying on the

carpet, he said, “Ms. Sainz, you are too good for me. You should find someone else who’s more suitable for you.”

“Curtis Faymon!” Wendella did not expect herself to suffer such humiliation and was on the verge of breaking down.

She had never been treated with such disrespect in her life.

She looked at the man and threatened, “Curtis, if you refuse to marry me, I will ask my father to stop his

collaboration with you immediately. You know what will happen to Theodore if that happens. You can start making

preparation for his funeral.”

“Go ahead and try. I’m quite curious to know what your father’s choice would be between you and his future,”

Curtis replied coldly. “I’m not sure if your family would be able to bear the consequences if your father dares to

breach the contract.”

Wendella gave a mirthless laugh before saying, “If you’re so capable, you wouldn’t have needed help to save

Theodore.”

“I’m not capable, but I have a lot of money.” Curtis picked up the woman’s bag from the couch and threw it at her.

“No one would say no to money. It’s just a matter of how much I am offering.”

Wendella immediately understood what the man meant.

He was not relying entirely on her father and had prepared backup plans.

It was finally clear to her why he was unfazed by her threats!

Just then, Lucky ran over and barked twice at Curtis before dashing toward the door.

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