His Precious Love novel Chapter 643

Chapter 643

After Curtis heard that, his arms, wrapped around Rayna, stiffened before he slowly let go of her. “We'll wait for the medical team to arrive and let them examine your condition before coming up with the treatment plan. We can also opt for more conservative therapy if you're unwilling to undergo surgery.”

Rayna placed her palm on the back of Curtis' hand. “I don't want to undergo surgery.”

She was afraid of the operation. She instinctively felt that her condition would only worsen if she underwent surgical intervention.

“Okay. We'll do as you wish.” He let go of her and pushed the swing before him.

Holding the piece of paper with an address written on it, which was given to her by Irina, Sheena arrived at Conch Island by herself.

“Sheena, I think you must be out of your mind!” Sheena grasped the piece of sticky note and stood outside Primrose Mansion's entrance while muttering to herself, “This is just a diplomatic marriage, yet you...”

She was indifferent toward Jovan initially. However, she started harboring feelings for him after a year and a half.

I must be crazy!

When Caylie exited the house to clear out the trash, she coincidentally saw Sheena lingering outside the gate, seemingly wanting to enter but didn't dare to do so. Hence, Caylie stepped forward and asked, “Miss, may I know who you are looking for?”

Sheena already planned to leave, but when she heard the voice originating from behind her, she stopped in her tracks and turned to look inside the gates. Sheena hesitated briefly before replying, “I'm here to look for Jovan Eastbridge.”

“Jovan Eastbridge?” Caylie frowned and shook her head. “Miss, the person you're looking for is not here.”

“He's not here?” Sheena was perplexed. Did I come to the wrong address?

She glanced down at the sticky note in her hand and asked, “May I ask where is Primrose Mansion?”

“This is Primrose Mansion,” Caylie answered.

Sheena became even more baffled after hearing that. “In that case, who is the owner of this house?”

“Mr. Bridge,” Caylie responded honestly.

Bridge? The owner isn't Jovan, then? Did Irina give me a piece of erroneous information? Amidst her confusion, Sheena heard a familiar voice sound from inside the house.

“Caylie.” A man dressed in pajamas walked out of the living room and was about to inquire Caylie about something when he looked up and saw Sheena standing outside the gates. He was momentarily taken aback before striding to the middle of the courtyard. “Sheena, what are you doing here? Who told you about this place?”

Intense displeasure filled his tone. When Sheena met his darkened eyes, she could even clearly sense his despisal toward her.

“Irina told me to come here.” Sheena balled up the sticky note in his fist and stared at Jovan calmly. “Mrs. Eastbridge is worried about you because you haven't returned to the presidential palace in a long time. Therefore, Irina informed me of this place and asked me to check in on you.”

Jovan fixated his menacing and piercing gaze on Sheena while uttering fiercely, “I suggest you better not try anything funny!”

“Try something funny?” She glanced at Primrose Mansion's facade and gestured at the building. “My brother helped you select this land when you were looking to purchase a plot to construct this mansion.”

A hint of mockery laced her voice as she choked out the words.

“Your brother?” Jovan wasn't inclined to have too much interaction with Sheena, but when he heard her mentioning her elder brother, Shaun Powell, he straightened his back and took one step forward. “So, you're still aware that he's your brother!”

“That's right. Of course, I know he's my brother.” She sneered and looked down to wipe away the desolation glinting in her eyes. “Me, my brother, you, Irina, and Jahan grew up together. Even if I refuse to identify him as my brother, you all will never allow it, right?”

He bore his eyes into her coldly and enunciated, “Sheena, we agreed not to interfere with each other's life. The marriage can proceed, but we'll continue minding our own businesses. Sheena, you're an intelligent woman. If I were you, I'd try my best to protest against our marriage.”

“Jovan, I can do nothing to nullify this engagement.” Listening to his speech, she gazed sideways at the bushes beside her and happened to notice the swing on a shaded path nearby. She clenched her fists and said, “Jovan, don't forget that you begged me to agree to this marriage.”

With that, Sheena spun on her heel and left.

Standing in the courtyard and looking at her retreating figure, Jovan reached out to pat his chest as a heart-wrenching pain erupted within him all of a sudden.

His voice echoed in his mind. Sheena, what if we... I'm trying to ask if we can engage in a fake marriage. Once the situation stabilizes and you wish to leave the marriage, I'll definitely return you your freedom.

Jo, we are only connected because of this transactional engagement. We may put on an act, but once we decide to engage in this diplomatic marriage, we may lose the say in determining our own fate when we wish to leave each other to pursue our true love in the future.

Caylie watched as Sheena walked away until the latter disappeared from her vision. When she turned around, she saw Jovan, ashen-faced, half-kneeling on the ground. “Mr. Bridge, what's wrong?”

Jovan covered his chest with one hand while propping the other against the floor. His face was worryingly pale. “Help me into the house.”

Caylie supported Jovan and carefully brought him into the mansion.

Panting heavily, he leaned against the couch and pointed at his bedroom on the second floor. “Go and retrieve my medicine. Bring over the black bottle in the left bedside cabinet inside my bedroom.”

“Okay,” Caylie replied and quickly headed toward the second-floor bedroom in large strides.

She found a black medicine bottle in the drawer of the left bedside table. Just as she was about to leave, Caylie noticed a transparent blue bottle placed at one side from the corner of her eyes. She could vaguely see something moving inside, and the sight crept her out.

Caylie feared small, soft invertebrates the most, so she couldn't help but shudder. Holding the black medicine bottle, she shut the drawer, hastily exited the bedroom, and bolted downstairs.

Caylie handed the medicine to Jovan. Then, she poured him a glass of warm water. After witnessing him consuming the medicine and ensuring he was fine, she turned around to return to the backyard via the main hall.

Jovan leaned against the back of the couch and stared at the medicine bottle on the coffee table. He shut his eyes weakly, and Rayna's countenance immediately surfaced within his mind.

Her every move, her enchanting smile, and some memories that didn't seem to belong to him flooded his mind.

Jefferson Hamilton. Your name is Jefferson Hamilton.

No, I'm not.

Two different voices resonated in his head.

Jo, Jo. Wake up. Hold on a little longer. The rescue team will be here soon. Hang in there. Sheena's wails resounded in his head. He also seemed to hear another person crying loudly. How could he die? He won't die!

Save him. I'm telling you to save him at all costs! Sheena's voice repeatedly reverberated in Jovan's mind. He finally jolted back to reality when he heard the doorbell ringing at the mansion's entrance.