His Precious Love novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642

“Why are you back so early today?” Rayna asked Curtis, who was beside her.

Right this moment, she could hear his slightly shaky breath. Curtis tightened his grip around her waist slightly, which slightly perplexed Rayna. She inquired, “What's wrong?”

Curtis stopped in his tracks when he heard her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around to face him. “Rayna.”

“Yeah?” Rayna responded. She raised her hand in an attempt to feel his face. Her hand met Curtis' arm, and she slowly raised her hand until she felt his nose and eyebrows with her fingers. Rayna then chuckled. “I don't blame you. You don't have to blame yourself.”

Although she did not remember what had happened before, she had astutely noticed the depressing aura emanating from Curtis for the past two days. “It was an accident that neither of us wanted.”

Hearing that, Curtis held her hands, which were rubbing his face. His eyes reddened slightly, and he took her into his arms. “Rayna, I'd rather you throw a tantrum at me.”

Rayna placed her hands on his back and stroked him. She stated, “It was an accident that neither you nor I could have expected. I don't blame you. You have your own responsibilities, and you can't always accompany me all the time.”

While Curtis felt guilty for not answering Rayna's emergency call immediately, he also felt remorseful for not being able to keep an eye on her all night.

Curtis felt like he had returned to the time Jefferson was still alive when he spotted Chandler in the Faymon residence a moment ago.

Despite the fact that Chandler was younger than Rayna, he could tell Chandler's love for Rayna from his eyes.

I know he has feelings for Rayna.

“Was that person who came just now an artist from Happy Entertainment?” Rayna leaned into Curtis' embrace softly. However, her mind was recalling the incident that had happened just now.

Although Curtis did not like the woman he loved mentioning another guy, he still answered honestly when she asked. “Yes. He's the main artist of Happy Entertainment.”

“His name is... Chandler?” Rayna confirmed his name with Curtis' help.

“Yes.” Curtis' brows slightly furrowed, and he responded in a tone that contained slight displeasure.

After spending most of his day at work, Curtis hurried back home to keep his wife company. Half an hour had passed since he returned, yet Rayna was talking about another man to him.

Rayna, on the other hand, was oblivious to Curtis' emotions. She was preoccupied with her thoughts and continued asking, “Does he have any special characteristics?”

“Rayna.” Curtis expressed his mild displeasure by tightening his grip on her wrist.

“Huh?” Although Curtis did not exert much strength, Rayna still felt it. Instinctively, she raised her eyes to look at her side before remembering she had lost her sight after seeing total darkness.

Rayna thought about it and felt that Curtis must have been jealous. She tilted her head and leaned into his arms. “I don't have other intentions when asking about Chandler... I just feel that there's something strange about him.”

“Strange?” Curtis caught the main point of Rayna's words, and his brow rose slightly. “Why do you say so?”

“It's just a feeling, or maybe my intuition is wrong.” As Rayna raised her feet to walk forward, Curtis placed his arm around her. They walked side by side.

Curtis did not feel that his wife's intuition was wrong. After all, incomprehensible things that could not be explained, like the strange power of women's intuition, existed. “Do explain.”

“Oh?” Rayna was momentarily taken aback. She heard Curtis say, “You speak, and I'll listen.”

“When Chandler came toward me just now, his scent...” As Rayna said this, she paused as if she was deliberating how to put her words.

Seconds later, she continued, “Don't celebrities usually wear makeup?”

“Yes. Celebrities, no matter their gender, have to wear makeup. It's just that men wear less obvious makeup than women. I have seen people who use a little foundation to cover up their flaws.” I remember Chandler was wearing makeup the first time I met him at the banquet for Happy Entertainment that Rayna had attended two months ago.

Curtis never wore makeup, not because he could not stand the sight of men wearing makeup. Rather, he felt the act of men doing so was strange.

However, it was normal for Chandler, who was a celebrity, to wear makeup since he had to appear on camera.

“A celebrity, regardless of their gender, will have the faint fragrance of cosmetics on them after wearing makeup for a long time,” Rayna uttered gently. She recalled Chandler's stronger male pheromones when he went close to her at the residence earlier. “But just now... I didn't smell the scent of cosmetics from him. His scent was somewhat similar to yours instead.”

Hearing Rayna's words, Curtis raised his brows by a fraction. His deep, dark gaze then fell on her. She actually compared me with another man. She's really...

“Don't be angry. I was just giving an example.” Rayna seemed to know that Curtis was staring at her and what was going through his mind. She continued, “Did you have a good look at Chandler when he came just now? Was he wearing makeup?”

Makeup? Rayna must be asking whether Chandler was wearing foundation.

Curtis cast his mind back to the past before saying faintly, “I didn't take a close look at him. He might have but I'm not sure.”

There was no doubt Chandler was just a pretty boy to Curtis.

My wife clearly doesn't like guys like Chandler, but he harbors impure intentions toward her. He even dares to break into the Faymon residence. Curtis grumbled in his mind. Then, he swept Rayna off her feet while she was still distracted by her thoughts.

Frightened, Rayna instinctively wrapped her hands around Curtis' neck. “What are you doing, Curtis?”

“I'll carry you for a little bit.” Curtis held her while he walked toward the small wooden bridge in the backyard. There was rustling as his shoes stepped on the grass.

Curtis carried her across the wooden bridge. He then carefully placed her on the swing seat under the wisteria.

“Am I on a swing?” Rayna questioned as she extended her hands to grab the ropes of the swing on both sides.

“Yes, you're on a swing.” As Curtis spoke, he walked behind her and gently pushed her. “You mentioned previously that you wanted to make room in the backyard for a swing so that you could play it with the kids in the future.”

Curtis got someone to install one big and three small swings. The surrounding of the swings enclosed with wisteria was dreamy.

“The wisteria should have bloomed by the time your eyes recover,” Curtis murmured.

Rayna was stunned when she heard his words.

Can my eyes even recover? I thought I would no longer be able to see since I woke up.

When she heard Curtis' words, a brief hint of joy rose in her heart. “Is it really possible... for my eyes to recover?”

“It is.” Curtis stood in front of her. He reached out to wrap his arms around her. “You'll be fine.”

He had already hired a team of experts from Granatano. They would be reaching Norwal City in two days. Curtis would arrange for Rayna's treatment by then.

“Do I need to undergo surgery?” Rayna felt a tiny bit concerned despite her joy. She was afraid that she would need to undergo surgery.

After all, there was always a risk associated with surgery.

I'm scared that... if my eyes don't recover, I might suffer from side effects from the surgery. I'd rather keep things as they are now if that's the case.