Seeing as he was still standing there, Lucky ran up to him, bit on his pant leg, and dragged him toward the door.
This dog sure is getting more and more brazen!
Curtis tried his best to tamp down his anger as he followed Lucky out of the house.
He had assumed that Lucky wanted to go out for a walk because it had gotten bored at home. Curtis figured he would get Wendella to leave as well while he was at it.
Upon opening the door, however, he saw Rayna shivering while kneeling in the rain.
The look on his face changed instantly, and he ran up to her as quickly as he could.
Why would she do something like this? I know she’s stubborn and all, but she is pregnant, so I figured she’d leave when it started raining. That was why I chose to ignore her. Who would’ve thought she’d continue kneeling in the rain?
With a gloomy look on his face, Curtis was about to scold Rayna when a man rushed to her side.
He held an umbrella over her head and helped her to her feet. “Why are you doing this, Ms. Garland? Please get up!”
Rayna grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, “Ringo? What are you doing here? Where’s Jefferson? Did you manage to find the plane?”
Ringo draped his coat over her shoulders as he said, “Yes, and Mr. Hamilton is fine. Now, put this coat on before you catch a cold. Keep in mind that you’re pregnant with three babies.”
“Really? Take me to him right now!” Rayna exclaimed desperately.
Having found out that Jefferson was still alive, Rayna left in such a hurry that she didn’t even notice Curtis standing at the door.
Curtis just stood there and watched as Ringo’s car disappeared into the distance. The look of anger in his eyes was slowly replaced by an icy-cold gaze.
I can’t believe I actually got mad and worried about her!
As Rayna had been kneeling in the rain for too long, she was still a little dizzy even after changing into a fresh set of clothes.
However, she couldn’t care less about that and rushed to the hospital with Ringo.
Ringo filled her in on the details regarding the plane’s location along the way.
Fortunately, Jefferson managed to bail with a parachute moments before impact, so he was mostly fine.
Even so, Rayna gasped in shock when she entered his ward and saw the state he was in. Jefferson was dressed in a hospital gown and had one of his legs in a cast. His handsome face, too, was covered in cuts.
On the table next to the bed was a box wrapped in a white cloth.
Rayna felt her heart ache when she saw the box and figured out what was inside.
She then slowly made her way into the ward, sat down beside the bed, and gently held Jefferson’s hand.
Realizing how cold his hand was, Rayna held it against her cheek to warm it up.
For some reason, the sight of his pale face caused her tears to start falling.
“Thank you for everything.”
Jefferson’s finger twitched slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.
He broke into a faint smile when he saw her sitting next to him. “Are you crying because of me?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
Rayna teared up even more as she pursed her lips and nodded in response.
“Why are you so silly? Why did you go there?” she exclaimed.
“Come on, don’t cry. It’ll make you look ugly.” Jefferson wiped her tears with his fingers as she continued, “I know you’re upset about what happened to your brother. There’s no way I could just sit by and do nothing.”
Rayna broke down in tears when she heard that.
He risked his life returning to Yartran to deal with Arnaud, all so he could bring James’ ashes back. What did I ever do to deserve such love from him?
“Oh, Jefferson…” Rayna hugged him tightly and sobbed, “I’m so sorry! Does it hurt?”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian)