His Precious Love novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570

Jasper said curiously, “Do tell me what it is.”

Jefferson ignored him. He pushed back his chair and stood up. “I need to visit Belle in the hospital. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first.”

Curtis hummed in acknowledgment. “Take a look at how her leg injury is and let me know on WhatsApp.”

Jefferson glanced at him before striding away.

Jasper was dumbfounded upon hearing their conversation and seeing Jefferson leave. “I'm not hallucinating, am I? Did you just send your love rival to take care of your woman?”

Then, after a second of silent contemplation, Jasper said, “The two of you seem to exist in harmony. What's going on? Are you planning to get into a polyamorous relationship?”

Curtis' expression darkened, and he tossed his cup at Jasper.

Fortunately, Jasper saw it in time and hastily tilted his head to the side. The cup glided past his ear and crashed into the wall behind him.

Once Jasper registered what happened, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

Curtis snapped, “Shut your mouth if you're not good with words. No one's going to complain about how you're not talking enough.”

Jasper was speechless at that.

After lunch at noon, Rayna started feeling sleepy, so she asked Kristie and Carl to play with each other while she took a nap.

When she woke up, she found Jefferson sitting beside her bed.

“How long have you been here?” Rayna sat up on the bed. Fearing that her hair had turned into a mess while she slept, she tried to comb it with her fingers. “I haven't been able to do any tidying up of myself in the hospital lately. Am I uglier now?”

Jefferson shook his head and reached out to tidy the strands of hair by her ear. Then, looking right at her, he said, “You'll always be the most beautiful person to me no matter when and where.”

Regardless of whether those words were simply flattery or sincere, Rayna flushed crimson.

She took the glass of warm water from Jefferson and slowly drank half of it before asking, “Have you been busy in the company? I texted you recently, but you were slow to reply, and you didn't come to the hospital to visit me.”

“I'm busy. I have many things to work on when you took your leave,” Jefferson said as he peeled an orange. “If you're bored, I'll come to the hospital to keep you company from now on.”

“No, it's fine,” she quickly said. “I have Kristie and Carl to accompany me. I'm not bored. You should just focus on managing the company.”

Jefferson passed her the orange slices. “How's your leg?”

“I think it's mostly fine now.” Rayna put a slice into her mouth before pulling away the blanket to show him her moving leg. “I've been moving around recently, and it feels fine. But Mr. York said it's a gunshot injury, so even if it recovers, I still have to stay in the hospital for further observation first.”

“Okay. Just listen to him. You don't need to worry about the company's affairs,” Jefferson said before giving her a smile.

When his gaze landed on Rayna's baby bump, the look in his eyes darkened.

It had only been a while since he had last come to the hospital, but Rayna's stomach had become much bigger than he remembered.

Noticing that he was staring at her stomach, Rayna caressed it and uttered in resignation, “It's really big, isn't it? The doctor said it's normal for my stomach to be this big at this point of the pregnancy since I'm having triplets. Every time I walk, I feel the weight of my stomach, and if I stand for too long, I feel the strain on my back. I'm guessing I won't be able to walk by the time I'm seven months into the pregnancy.”

Jefferson sighed, the heartache he felt visible in his eyes. He took another piece of the orange for her. “It must be tough, right?”

Rayna nodded. “It is, but I can still endure it.”

The thought of the babies' cute faces and them calling her Mommy made the tough time seem worth it.

Jefferson glanced at her stomach and fell silent as he peeled another orange.

He loved her, and he would love her children as well.

Even if the children were not his, he would love them still because they were hers. All he wanted was for her to be happy.

At Jefferson's silence, Rayna realized she had said something wrong, and regret washed over her.

“Once I've given birth to them and recovered, let's go to Nardor for a holiday.” Rayna held his hand tightly. “I've always wanted to go there, but I haven't had the time to do so. Come with me.”

Jefferson knew that it was unlikely she would be able to part with the children once they were in this world.

Nevertheless, as long as those words were from her—even if they were untrue—he would believe in them.

A soft smile crept onto Jefferson's face, and he kissed the back of her hand. “All right. I'll buy a small island and build a house and a garden that you'll like on it. I'll sunbathe with you every day.”

Rayna chuckled. “Don't. It's a waste to buy an island. It's not as if we'll stay there forever.”

“It's only tens of millions. It's not much.”

While the two of them were chatting away, someone knocked on the door before coming in.

It was Sandy, and she had a lunch box in her hand.

Sandy spotted Jefferson holding Rayna's hand from afar, and she halted in her steps. Still, her expression remained gentle.

“Rayna, how's your leg?”

“Ms. Sandy.” Rayna was not expecting Sandy to come. She pulled her hand back and tried to get down from the bed. “What brings you here?”

Sandy quickly stopped her. “Why are you being such a stranger to me? You're a patient here, so just lie down.”

Rayna lay back down meekly. “I'm fine now, but Mr. York asked me to stay for further observation.”

“That's good.” Sandy smiled and walked over to put the lunch box on the table before opening it.

“Old Mr. Faymon misses you, but he's in poor health. The doctor didn't let him wander outside. He asked the kitchen staff to make some soup and insisted that I bring it for you when I come and visit you.”

“Please thank Old Mr. Faymon on my behalf.” Rayna was flustered to have the elderly man worried about him.

Things did not work out between Curtis and her, but Alfred was still genuinely nice to her.

It was something she knew well.

As Rayna took the bowl, she said to Sandy. “I'll visit Old Mr. Faymon once my leg recovers.”

“Okay, okay.” Sandy nodded, all smiles. “Take a sip and let me know if you like it.”

Rayna drank two mouthfuls and sincerely praised, “It's fantastic. I'm sure you feel at ease to have a cook as good as this to take care of Old Mr. Faymon's meals.”

“Well, he's getting pickier and pickier with his food the older he gets. It's the same as Curtis,” Sandy said with a sigh. “He likes none of the cooks at home, and he doesn't want my cooking either. He just keeps going on and on about how your cooking is the best.”

“But I've never cooked for Old Mr. Faymon.” Rayna froze. “How would he know if my cooking is good or not?”

A laugh escaped Sandy at that. “But Curtis has. He's as picky as Curtis, and he never forgot about how Curtis said you cooked well. So, he keeps rejecting food from other people.”

“Is that so?” Rayna laughed.

It was then she noticed that Jefferson had been staying silent the second Sandy came. He even quietly walked away when Sandy came closer to her. It was as if he was invisible, and that made Rayna's heart ache.

“Jefferson,” Rayna called out. “Get an orange for Ms. Sandy, will you?”

After a moment of hesitation, Jefferson took an orange from the fruit basket and passed it to Sandy.

“Thank you,” Sandy said as she took it and gave him a smile.

When Rayna saw that Sandy did not have a scowl on her face and was cordial with Jefferson, she let out an inward sigh of relief. “I'll go and visit Old Mr. Faymon with Jefferson once I'm discharged. Does that sound fine, Ms. Sandy?”

“Of course.” Sandy still had a gentle tone in her voice and a smile on her face. “I'm sure he'll be delighted.”

Rayna beamed. “As long as Old Mr. Faymon enjoys it, I'll cook for him every day.”

Sandy shook her head. “That won't do. You'll spoil him. You're pregnant, remember? You need more rest too.”

“I know.”

Jefferson was quiet again as he stood by the side of her bed.