His Precious Love novel Chapter 635

Chapter 635

Curtis opened his misty eyes upon hearing those words. When he saw her blinking with a curious expression on her face, he couldn't help feeling annoyed and helpless at the same time.

“What if I'm not? Will you not accept me then? Hmm?” Holding her hand, Curtis pulled her closer to his chest.

Leaning against his chest, Rayna felt like telling him that it might bother her, but she would resign herself to that fate since they were already married. However, she quickly decided against it when she felt the response to be inappropriate.

“I'll accept you as long as you're not lying to me.” As long as he's my real husband, I'll have to acknowledge him no matter how ugly he is, isn't that right? After all, one should never judge a book by its cover.

Rayna reckoned there was nothing wrong with her answer. However, Curtis, who was feeling guilty, instantly turned grim as he asked in a deep voice, “Is that all?”

Stunned by his response, Rayna tried to reexamine if there was anything wrong with her answer when she heard him add, “Rayna, I'm not lying to you.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Just as she hummed in acknowledgment, she recalled Caylie's words in Primrose Mansion and felt a shiver down her spine.

As the sudden change in her mood didn't escape Curtis, he looked down and asked, “What's wrong?”

“I...” She had wanted to tell him what Caylie and Mr. Bridge told her at Primrose Mansion. Back then, she had no doubt in whatever they said. However... With that thought in mind, Rayna tightened her grip on Curtis' arm. “You really aren't lying to me, are you?”

Lacking conviction, Rayna was fearful of the idea. In fact, she was ever more terrified now than when she was at Primrose Mansion.

The reason was that Curtis had told her outright that they were married. If someone who gave her such a strong sense of familiarity could lie to her, she didn't know how else she was going to continue living.

“I'm telling you the truth.” Curtis had initially thought that something else had unsettled her. Little did he expect that she was worried about him lying to her.

Lying to her? Did someone lie to her in the mansion? What was the lie about?

When he first arrived at Primrose Mansion, he realized there were not just bodyguards stationed there, but they were also very competent. Moreover, the fact that there was a housekeeper who specifically looked after Rayna indicated that the owner had to be someone powerful or, at the very least, rich.

“Rayna, who was it that brought you to Yartran? Do you know?” Curtis inquired. If Rayna was unable to tell him, it still wasn't difficult for him to find out with the information in hand.

After pondering a moment, she replied, “Caylie told me that her employer's surname is Bridge.”

Caylie? Curtis figured that she must be the mansion's housekeeper.

Mr. Bridge?

Curtis furrowed his brows as he recalled the blurred figure they saw in the surveillance feeds. It really was a man.

Lowering his gaze to look at Rayna, he tightened his embrace of her.

“However, this Mr. Bridge has only visited the mansion two or three times and would never stay for long.” As someone's wife, Rayna felt guilty for interacting with a strange man and staying in his house. It was a fact that did her reputation no favors at all.

“I... I didn't let him touch me...” Rayna replied softly as if she was explaining to Curtis and injecting herself with courage.

Truth be told, she wasn't really sure if Mr. Bridge did anything to her. At the very least, she had never allowed him any intimacy while she was conscious. Hence, nothing else happened other than him holding her hand while strolling on the beach.

At the sound of her words, the icy expression on Curtis' face was shattered by a curl of his lips. “You silly girl...”

Tugging Curtis' sleeve, she insisted, “I'm telling you the truth.”

“Mmm-hmm. I know,” Curtis replied in an affectionate tone. Thereafter, he leaned in to give Rayna a peck on her lips. The moment his gaze fell upon her collarbone, he narrowed his eyes before turning the peck into a passionate kiss.

It wasn't until Rayna felt breathless that Curtis finally let her go. Tightening his grip on her waist, Curtis stared at the two red marks on her collarbone with his abyss-like eyes.

As Rayna couldn't see them, she was oblivious to their existence and the fact that they looked awfully similar to hickeys.

A private mansion, a mysterious man, and the “hickeys” on Rayna's collarbone.

Gazing out the aircraft window, Curtis endeavored to find out who this mysterious man who kidnapped Rayna under his breath was.

By the time Jovan rushed to Primrose Mansion from the presidential palace, Rayna was already taken away by Curtis. Caylie and the bodyguards were all standing fearfully in front of him.

“Mr. Bridge, I called you... but you didn't pick up...” Hanging her head, Caylie didn't dare make eye contact at all.

Nonetheless, she was telling the truth. When she took the elevator upstairs, she did call him, but he didn't answer.

“The intruder brought quite a number of bodyguards with him. We were simply no match for them,” one of the bruised bodyguards explained. “Also, they were armed.”

Armed?

“Other than the bodyguards, how many of them were there?” Jovan asked.

“Five,” the bodyguard replied. “All of them seemed to be close comrades.”

“The man who took Ms. Griffith away said that she was his husband,” Caylie interrupted upon recalling the fact.

Her words brought a scowl to Jovan's previously calm face.

Clang! Upon giving the garbage bin at his legs a loud kick, Jovan snarled through his gritted teeth. “Curtis Faymon...”

Rayna's husband? Who else can it be other than that filthy rich tycoon from Chanaea?

Caylie was cowed into silence by his sudden outburst of anger. As for his bodyguards, they, too, exchange glances without daring to make a sound.

During dawn that morning, Jovan stayed over at Primrose Mansion and didn't return to the presidential palace.

Lying on the bed Rayna previously slept on, he tried to take in whatever residual scent of her there was. “Belle, why did you leave with him?”

I don't understand. She has clearly lost her memories, and yet, she's willing to leave me for Curtis?

“You promised to stay by my side, Belle. You have not kept your word!” No sooner had he spoken than his eyes ignited with rage. “Why did you lie to me?”

Why does she have to lie to me repeatedly? And now, she has left me again? She's my Belle and only mine alone. How can she be with another man?

Holding that thought, Jovan got to his feet and pulled out the drawer from the bedside table to reveal a small glass bottle. Inside the bottle was a soft creature that looked extremely disgusting.

“Girl, since you desire to leave, I won't force you to stay. Instead, I'll make you come back on your own accord.” Other than the glass bottle, there was a blood sample inside the drawer.

Thereafter, an insidious glint flashed across Jovan's blue eyes. “The children too...”