Chapter 155 Take Our Relationship To The Next Step
Rayna was at a loss for words. “I was just asking. Stop overthinking.”
Wyatt arched his brow. “If you really like Theodore, you should tell us. Although Theodore is a little older, he doesn’t have any bad habits. He used to be a soldier, so his background is impeccable.”
“Soldier?” She was slightly shocked and thought of something. “Are you saying that Mr. Xavier used to be a soldier before he started dabbling in business?” she then asked for verification from him.
Wyatt was startled by her reaction at first, but he soon smirked. “Wow. Do you have to be so surprised to learn that Theodore was a soldier? Do you have a uniform fetish, Ms. Garland?”
Rayna was bemused.
Oh, my goodness. Theodore used to be a soldier. Then, doesn’t this match Carl’s description of his father perfectly? In that case, doesn’t it mean there’s a possibility that Carl is Theodore’s son? Who is Carl’s mother, then? Is it Jasmine? If that’s true…
At that point, she glanced at Curtis. Her emotions were so complicated beyond description.
Curtis doesn’t know about this. If he marries Jasmine, doesn’t that mean he will have a son right away? No, no. Theodore and Curtis are best friends, so wouldn’t Curtis be raising Theodore’s son for him?
“Hello? Ms. Garland, are you okay?” Wyatt waved his hand before Rayna’s face. “Why do you keep staring at Curtis? Are you debating on whether Curtis or Theodore is better?”
As she did not really hear what he was saying, she instinctively nodded.
In an instant, Curtis’ expression darkened, and he grasped the wheelchair’s armrest tightly. “There’s no need to think so much. You’re not Theodore’s type,” he blurted out coldly.
Wyatt subconsciously shot a glance at him. “Really? How come I’m not aware of that…” he muttered in confusion.
His remark evoked a murderous glare from Curtis. “Wyatt, you’d better bring your roses and Ms. Marsh out of here before I lose my temper.”
“All right. Thank you for the roses!” Wyatt scurried off and yelled in the direction of the garden, “Jessie, you can pluck whatever flower that you like! Curtis said so!”
“Really? Mr. Faymon is such a generous man!”
Massaging his temples, Curtis had the urge to uproot all the plants in the garden in a fit of anger.
Rayna did not understand why he got angry out of nowhere. Although she wanted to say something, his grim expression deterred her from doing so.
Before she left, she remarked, “Mr. Faymon, the housekeepers I hired for you will be here tomorro—”
“No need.” Curtis closed the door on her mercilessly.
A gust of cold breeze brushed across Rayna’s face. It was slightly painful. Till then, she still could not fathom his irrational rage. Even if he’s angry because Wyatt plucked his roses, he should lash out at him instead. Why is he directing his anger at me?
Halfway on the trip back home, Wyatt accompanied Jessica to the florist to purchase some large pots and soil for the roses. He even offered to find her another residence that came with a garden if her current place was not suitable for growing plants.
When the car arrived at the two women’s house, Wyatt wanted to help Jessica move the roses into the condominium but was rejected by her.
“Wyatt, your friend is too kind. I’ll treat you to three milkshakes when you’re free next time. You can drink your fill!” Jessica held his hand and thanked him gratefully.
Wyatt was touched. “Can we take our relationship to the next step?”
“What are you referring to?”
“Well…” While touching his nose, he explained, “Do you have a boyfriend? If you don’t—”
“No.” Before Wyatt could rejoice, Jessica continued, “However, Nana said she’s going to introduce her younger brother to me. We’re going to watch the movies during the weekend. I’ll have a boyfriend then!”
Looking at the drastic change in Wyatt’s expression, Rayna could not help but guffaw.
Weren’t you extremely confident? You’ve made quite a fool of yourself now!
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