His Precious Love novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Uncle Curtis Has Curly Eyelashes

Everyone in the room exchanged glances. None had any intention of drinking. “If you’re feeling too tired to drink by yourselves, I can always have men help with that,” said Curtis.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen servers filed into the room and stood behind Curtis in a straight line.

Steven knew that none of them would be allowed to leave the room tonight unless they finished all the alcohol. D*mn you, Jason. ”Come on, bottoms up. You guys don’t intend on spending the night here, do you?” he said in a low voice.

With Steven taking the lead, the rest picked up the bottles and started drinking, with everyone trying to fight for the red wine first. The room became lively again, just as when Rayna first entered.

Jason had no choice but to drink as well.

On the other hand, Rayna had been hanging around Curtis since his arrival. She hadn’t spoken a word until now and was watching coldly as the crowd drank.

She had no reason to stand up for these people when she had Curtis to back her up.

“What happened?”

“What?” Rayna was snapped out of her reverie.

Is there something on my face? She reached out to touch her cheeks when she saw Curtis staring. Blood was trickling down her face as Jason’s slap had reopened her wound.

“Jason slapped me just now—Ugh!” Rayna stopped mid-sentence as her stomach roiled. She quickly covered her mouth and stumbled her way to the restroom.

She started throwing up the moment she reached the toilet bowl and instantly felt better after she was done.

Curtis wheeled himself over and handed her a piece of tissue. “Upset stomach?”

“I-I’m fine now.” Rayna never expected him to enter the stall when she herself couldn’t stand the stink of vomit. She said awkwardly, “You shouldn’t be here, Mr. Faymon. It’s dirty.”

“It’s fine.” Curtis reached out to flush the toilet so she wouldn’t have to get up. “I’ll help you clean your face. It’s bleeding.”

Rayna blushed.

Is there really a need for that? Oh, this is so awkward.

However, Curtis had already poured makeup remover onto a cotton pad before she could even reject his advances. She stood around awkwardly as Curtis carefully removed her makeup.

“Why did you apply makeup when your face is wounded?”

“I wanted to make myself presentable since I’m supposed to meet up with Mr. Owen today.” Rayna backed away to avoid coming into contact with Curtis. “Mr. York gave me some patches. He told me I could apply makeup once I put it on.”

Curtis’ mood darkened. “You didn’t manage to meet up with Mr. Owen?” he asked.

“No. I took the bus since it was raining cats and dogs today.” Rayna’s temper flared at the mention of that. “I even called to inform Mr. Owen that I might be late. He said he would wait for me. However, when I arrived at the hotel on a borrowed mountain bike, the server told me he had already left. And I wasn’t even late! It was so frustrating. I was left with no choice but to visit Mr. Steven.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Rayna pursed her lips. “It’s my job anyways. Moreover, Mr. Owen is a big shot. I thought reaching out to other VIPs would be easier if he bought Faymon Group’s shares.”

Curtis paused a moment.

“Mr. Faymon, did I say anything wrong?” Rayna looked at him in confusion and asked.