“You’re right. You’re right,” Curtis admitted. “Stop crying. It’s not good to keep crying when you’re pregnant. Besides, I know the limit to things. I won’t do it if I’m not confident about it.”
Rayna swatted his hand away. “You’ll only make me worry by not telling me such a major matter!”
Curtis sighed and asked helplessly, “Do you think I don’t know what your character is like? You’re emotional and impulsive, and you never gave me a chance to talk to you properly. You were constantly mad at me.”
He then asked, “Rayna, did you think I knew about your pregnancy back in Summerbank? Was that why you thought I got someone to add those herbs to the duck stew and gave it to you to make you have a miscarriage?”
Rayna did not want to recall the incidents from the past. “It’s pointless talking about that now.”
“It’s not. Just tell me. Is that what you thought? Did you think I didn’t want the baby?” Curtis stared at her sternly.
The atmosphere turned tense in an instant.
James could not help but pipe up, “Uh… Since you two have something to discuss, I shall take my leave first.”
“No!” Rayna hastily grabbed him. “It took so long for me to find out you’re still alive. Don’t leave. We’ll go home together. You’ve been missing for so long that Mom’s been asking where you’ve been.”
Curtis forcefully pulled her away. “He will, but let’s settle this between us first.”
He shot James a look.
James nodded and said to Rayna before leaving, “Rayna, Mr. Faymon treats me really well. Don’t blame him for what happened.”
After James left, Curtis locked the door from the inside in case Rayna escaped without him realizing it.
“Rayna, answer the question I asked just now.”
“We have nothing to talk about. Move over, Curtis.” Rayna scowled.
Just as Curtis was about to say something, he noticed Rayna was leaning on one side and frowning as if she was feeling uncomfortable. Recalling the moment he hugged her earlier, he realized she was wearing high heels.
Perhaps her feet ache from standing too long in heels.
He leaned over, picked her up, and went straight to the study before placing her on a chair.
Rayna wriggled. “What are you doing?”
“Move again and I’ll fix you on the chair with duct tape.” Shooting her a glare, Curtis lifted the hem of her skirt and placed her legs on his thighs.
As he removed the high heels, he heard her inhale sharply. Clearly, she was hurting a lot. He could not help but chide, “Why force it if it doesn’t fit? Are you going to learn the lesson only when your legs are paralyzed?”
“It’s none of your business! I’m going to wear it even if it doesn’t fit!” With her soles locked in his hands, Rayna felt a rush of heat flow through her legs. She tried her best to pull her legs out of his grasp. “Let go of me, Curtis.”
Those heels must’ve rubbed against her soles really badly. Seeing the pink skin on her legs, especially her toes, which were incredibly red, he gently massaged them while feeling utterly worried.
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