His Precious Love

Chapter 85 Even Kristie Never Dared

“Nothing will happen since there are a few of us patrolling below,” Cillian reassured. Handing the

binoculars to James, he urged, “Quick, take a look at Ms. Garland and Mr. Faymon, James!”

James took the binoculars from him and looked in the direction of the coordinates given.

A couple appeared in the lenses, kissing while crouching by the roadside. The man was none other than

Curtis, but up at that angle, one could only see the woman with her head tilted, her features

indistinguishable.

He merely took a single look before tossing the binoculars back to Cillian. “You’ve got quite a wide range

of hobbies that you even like spying on Mr. Faymon! Why don’t you snap a picture of it?” he mocked with

a sneer.

In response, the latter chuckled. “I was merely concerned about his safety and happened to see that. I

told you there must be something between Mr. Faymon and Ms. Garland. I was right, huh?”

“Has that got anything to do with you?”

“Nope, not at all! I was just being nosy! Anyway, James, before you arrived, Ms. Garland even asked me

about you, saying that she wanted to see you. Say, what did she mean by that?” Cillian questioned.

Wiping the gun in his hand with a cloth, James drawled, “I’m not interested in that.”

My main task is to ensure Mr. Faymon’s and that Ms. Garland’s safety. As for what she looks like and

why she desires a meeting with me, I can’t be bothered to know, nor do I want to see her.

“But I can’t shake off the feeling that—”

Rubbing his head, Cillian wanted to speak further, but James snarled lowly beside him, “Shut the f*ck up!

Go over there and look around. Do you not want to get paid anymore?”

“Aye, aye, I’m going over right away.” Cillian swiftly scrambled away with the binoculars in hand.

He patrolled the other end of the mountain with the binoculars. As the binoculars swept over the distant

forest and ground, there was a fleeting glimmer of light. At once, he turned them back and took another

look.

“There’s movement, James! There are two incoming jeeps!” Cillian reported in a low voice, not daring to

take things lightly.

Crawling over, James grabbed the binoculars from his hand.

Two jeeps were traveling on the road a distance away, one after another. After adjusting the binoculars,

he glimpsed a familiar figure in the backseat of the vehicle in the front, and the man seemed to be

holding a map in hand.

“It’s Julian .” It was then James recalled him to be Rayna’s ex-husband. He had been to their house a

few times in the past, but the man was too arrogant and pretentious, so neither he nor Roxanne liked

him.

Why is he here?

“It seems to be Mr. Faymon’s cousin. I think he’s a relative of the Faymon family,” Cillian commented.

When he turned and saw James’ dark and murderous expression, he shuddered violently. “Do you have

a grudge against him, James? Your expression right now is downright terrifying.”

“Of course!” James sneered. Ignoring Cillian, he moved further away with his firearm in hand to find a

hidden spot. Using the shrubs as cover, he propped up his gun.

It was a Granatanolan JKM2876, the best killing weapon at night.

He thought Rayna and Julian divorced amicably because they could no longer live with each other. Later,

he found out from Roxanne that Julian cheated on Rayna and even wanted to accuse her of betraying

their marriage vows.

If it were not for his worry that the school would ferret him out should he make a move within the country,

thus resulting in the matter getting to Rayna’s knowledge, he would have finished Julian off for real.

Now that he has offered himself up to me on a silver platter, it’d be foolish of me not to make my move.

“Whoa! Calm down, James! That’s Mr. Faymon’s cousin.” Cillian quickly crawled over, fear inundating

him at the sight of James gearing up to shoot.

“Why didn’t he stay within the country obediently but come here instead? Mr. Faymon has given me the

authority to deal with newcomers however I want as long as they aren’t part of the list he mentioned,”

James replied.

After pondering upon it, Cillian felt that it made sense. Still, he was a touch worried. “James, how about

—”

He had not finished speaking, but James no longer had the patience to listen and pulled the trigger. A

muted whizz split the air, only to be promptly replaced by the buzzing of some unidentified insect.

Cillian hastily picked up the binoculars. He saw that the two jeeps on the road had already descended

into a panic. The car window of the vehicle ahead had already shattered, and the man in the backseat

had taken a bullet to the arm, blood gushing out uncontrollably.

Subsequently, another bullet shot through the air, puncturing the left rearview tire of the jeep.

A few heads poked out of the vehicle with their hands trembling despite holding weapons before drawing

back at lightning speed. Then, both jeeps turned around and sped off as though the hounds of hell were

after them.

“Whoa! They took off just like that?” Cillian’s jaw dropped open. I thought they were incredible since they

came in the middle of the night with firearms, but unexpectedly, just two shots had them fleeing in fright.

James put away his gun nonchalantly, feeling much better after shooting Julian in the arm earlier.

Such a scumbag isn’t worthy of my sister!

When Curtis woke up the next morning, he sensed a weight on his chest. In the next instant, he saw a

fair and delicate foot with light-colored nail polish resting on his chest.

The man was at a loss for words.

In all my years, even Kristie never dared to be so impudent with me.

With a dark expression on his face, Curtis moved the foot away. After getting up, he found Rayna

sprawled on the other end of the bed in an awful sleeping posture. The linen skirt she was wearing had

hiked up, baring her fair legs.

He reached out and pulled her skirt down.

His initial plan was to get up right after doing that, but he ended up leaning close and patting her on the

face lightly. “Ms. Garland.”

“Hmm? What time is it now?” Rayna muttered, sitting up on the bed with much difficulty. Her face had

been pressed against the wooden bed, so two long marks were left on her face, making her seem

comical and amusing.

Curtis failed to stifle a laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” Rayna was completely bemused by his laughter. In the next moment, she

stared at him with wide eyes. “H-Have you sobered up, Uncle Curtis?”

“Yeah, I’m likely fine.” Getting out of bed, Curtis straightened his clothes and inquired, “Was I horribly

drunk last night? Did I do anything?”

“N-No.” Rayna coughed remarking calmly, “I didn’t know you have such a low alcohol tolerance, Uncle

Curtis. You got drunk with a single glass of liquor. It took me much effort to help you back here.”

He eyed her skeptically. “Really?”

After a brief silence, she muttered in disgruntlement, “Shouldn’t you thank me for not tossing you to the

ground to sleep, Uncle Curtis? After all, men and women should observe a certain distance. Yet, you’re

actually doubting my words.”

Curtis went silent.

He pinned his ebony eyes on her for a whole ten seconds.

In the end, he left the room without saying anything.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Rayna brushed a finger against her lips as she recalled the kiss under the

starry sky last night.

Never had I seen him so tender and cute. Well, I’m contented with keeping that kiss hidden deep in the

depths of my heart.

It was not until Rayna caught sight of her face in the water in the basin when she went out to wash her

face that she knew why Curtis laughed. She rubbed at her face for a while, hoping that the mark would

disappear as soon as possible.

By then, the women in the village had already prepared breakfast. It was fragrant flatbread and stew.

While they were eating, Murat told Rayna that he would be going out with Curtis and a few other men

later to search for the vehicle carrying the goods.

The few jeeps were parked together. Afraid that the villagers would see them, leading to her previous lie

being exposed, she found an opportunity to ask Curtis about it furtively.

“Don’t worry; I’ve handled everything,” the man asserted.

Incredulity washed over Rayna.

We didn’t bring anything when we came to the village, and he was with me the whole of last night. How

did he handle everything? Could it be that he had anticipated all this when we came?