Chapter 66 Binoculars
Rayna took medicine on time every day, and soon, her body gradually recovered. She could now get out of bed and walk normally.
She had hurt her vocal cords when the opponent struck her neck, so it would take a long time before she fully recovered. Rayna wasn’t in a hurry, anyway. She thought it was good enough as long as she could go to the bathroom by herself.
Over the past few days, she had hardly been out of the suite, and neither had Curtis. Their food was delivered by the hotel waiter. During the day, Curtis would ask Rayna to help when he was doing his work.
At night, the two shared a bedroom. Rayna slept on the bed while Curtis slept on the chair, guarding the former closely.
Rayna was the one who felt the most awkward.
Whenever she was with Curtis during this time, she couldn’t help but recall the scene where he took off his pants that day. It was too embarrassing. She had mentioned that she wanted to go back to her room, but Curtis said it was not safe.
When Rayna finally finished going through the documents, she looked up and looked out the full-length window. The sun had already set.
She counted and realized that she had been in this room for five days since she had woken up!
Behind the desk next to her, the man was still busy with his work. His long cotton sleeves were rolled up to reveal his strong arms. He was concentrating on the document in his hand, looking composed.
Rayna propped her chin on her palm while staring at Curtis.
She had to admit that Curtis was really an outstanding man. He was excellent in every respect, whether it was his appearance or his talent. It was said that Curtis graduated with a double degree. He was, for sure, an overachiever.
Among the affluent CEOs she had come into contact with, all of them were either over fifty or sixty years old or had a potbelly. It was rare to meet someone like Curtis, who was shrewd, capable, and talented.
How can such a good man’s marriage be so miserable?
Rayna was dumbfounded when she thought back to Jessica’s analysis of Curtis. A man like Curtis should be the one who was picky about women. There was no way he was lacking a candidate to marry.
The orange sunset glow came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shrouded the man. Rayna stared at his side profile in a daze, and slowly, the handsome face overlapped with another face in her memory.
Startled, she immediately straightened up her body. The figure in her mind disappeared as if everything was her illusion.
“What’s wrong?” Seemingly disturbed by Rayna’s actions, Curtis turned his head to look over.
Uncle Curtis, y-your face…
Rayna pointed at him and was just about to say that they looked alike when her thought was cut off and she suddenly forgot who she was thinking of a moment ago. Besides, her vocal cords were not healed yet, so she couldn’t mutter a sound at all.
Curtis reached out to touch his face and asked with a frown, “Is there something on my face?”
Rayna shook her head. She hit her head and tried her best to think, but she just couldn’t remember. The way she hit her head was hilarious in Curtis’ eyes.
“Ms. Garland, stop hitting your head already.” Seeing that it was time to eat, Curtis closed the lid of the laptop and stood up. He looked at Rayna and said slyly, “You’re already not smart enough.”
Rayna was lost for words.
Displeased, she walked up to Curtis while typing: Uncle Curtis, please be more careful next time when you speak. After all, you still need to rely on me, someone who is not that smart, for the negotiations.
“Ms. Garland, I’m not even thirty yet, and the title you put on me makes me sound like I’m older.” In the past, he could tolerate Rayna addressing him as Uncle Curtis, but now, it made him feel older than he was.
Curtis picked up the coat on the chair casually and glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Get dressed. I’ll take you downstairs to the restaurant for dinner today.”
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