His Precious Love novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157 Heartache

Seeing that Naomi was making her way toward the conference room, Curtis trailed behind her. However, he did not go in and only caught a glimpse of Rayna through the half-open door. She was standing before the desk, pointing at the screen behind her as she spoke.

He observed the slender figure in silence.

The woman was wearing a flax-colored knitted dress that day, and her hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, making her look professional. Moreover, she had exquisite facial features and exuded a cold, elegant aura that commanded respect.

Unlike her previous mild-mannered self, she carried herself with confidence and pride as of then.

That was the result of his training.

Looking at the all-powerful Rayna, Curtis felt a sense of indescribable satisfaction. A hint of joy surfaced in his eyes, and after observing her for a little longer, he left the place quietly.

It ended up being a long meeting that lasted well past seven o’clock at night. All of the executives looked exhausted as they emerged from the conference room.

“Oh my goodness, how could the meeting last all day? I’m so tired!”

“Me too.”

“Did you guys notice that Ms. Garland is far scarier than Mr. Faymon during meetings? She seems to have absolutely no concept of time.”

The executives chattered among themselves while making their way downstairs. Soon enough, they had the shock of their lives when they noticed the subject of their discussion—Curtis—was sitting in the living room.

Why is Mr. Faymon here? Could it be that he has some sort of relationship with Ms. Garland?

They began speculating as soon as they saw Curtis, but none of them dared to utter their thoughts aloud. Wearing smiles, the executives greeted him and got out of the mansion right away.

About five minutes later, Rayna finally came downstairs, rubbing her shoulders as she went down the steps.

“Being a CEO is much more tiring than being an employee,” she mumbled. Only when she saw Curtis in the living room did she recall that she was in his mansion.

Rayna smacked her forehead, frustration written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon. The meeting ran longer than I expected. I’ll go cook right away.”

“No need. Let’s just order takeout.” His heart ached at the sight of her weary expression.

“It’s all right. I can cook up a quick meal.” As she spoke, she was already dashing into the kitchen. Standing from a distance, she began to fill him in on the contents of their meeting that day.

Meanwhile, Curtis poured some milk into a cup, thinking of heating it for Rayna so that she could have a good night’s sleep later.

Right then, a dull thud sounded in his ears.

He scanned his surroundings and noticed a person lying on the ground when his gaze landed on the kitchen. A cloud passed over his face, and he instantly went to the kitchen in his wheelchair. At the same time, he dialed the doctor’s number with his other hand.

“Rayna!”

Curtis mustered his strength to bend over and gently tapped Rayna’s face to wake her up. At that moment, he was overwhelmed with anxiety.

Alas, the woman showed no response.

Seeing that her face still had some color, he placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Rayna was not running a fever. It appeared that she had fallen asleep, as indicated by her steady breathing.

Curtis’ gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, after which he finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The doctor, who had hurried over, gave Rayna a checkup and found that there was nothing wrong with her. She had merely overworked herself.

Nonetheless, the doctor advised, “She’s probably under great stress, so it’s best if she doesn’t stay up late and sleep earlier instead. If she continues overworking herself, it may affect her menstrual cycle.”

Curtis nodded in understanding. “Thank you.”

Once he sent the doctor away, he opened a bottle of liquid medicine and poured some of its content into a spoon before feeding it to Rayna.

The medicine emanated a pungent smell and was bitter to taste. Thus, she spat it out right after he fed her, and a frown formed on her beautiful face.

Curtis was helpless. How can she recover if she refuses to take her medicine?

He gave it another try, and that time around, the spoon was almost knocked to the ground. Left with no other choice, he could only resort to his previous method. Curtis held the medicine in his mouth and brought his lips toward hers, forcing her to drink it.

He could smell the faint scent of coffee in her mouth and assumed she must have had plenty during the meeting. It was a bittersweet taste.