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Chapter 157 Heartache
Seeing that Naomi was making her way toward the conference room, Curtis trailed behind her. However,
he did not go in and only caught a glimpse of Rayna through the half-open door. She was standing
before the desk, pointing at the screen behind her as she spoke.
He observed the slender figure in silence.
The woman was wearing a flax-colored knitted dress that day, and her hair was tied neatly into a
ponytail, making her look professional. Moreover, she had exquisite facial features and exuded a cold,
elegant aura that commanded respect.
Unlike her previous mild-mannered self, she carried herself with confidence and pride as of then.
That was the result of his training.
Looking at the all-powerful Rayna, Curtis felt a sense of indescribable satisfaction. A hint of joy surfaced
in his eyes, and after observing her for a little longer, he left the place quietly.
It ended up being a long meeting that lasted well past seven o’clock at night. All of the executives looked
exhausted as they emerged from the conference room.
“Oh my goodness, how could the meeting last all day? I’m so tired!”
“Me too.”
“Did you guys notice that Ms. Garland is far scarier than Mr. Faymon during meetings? She seems to
have absolutely no concept of time.”
The executives chattered among themselves while making their way downstairs. Soon enough, they had
the shock of their lives when they noticed the subject of their discussion—Curtis—was sitting in the living
room.
Why is Mr. Faymon here? Could it be that he has some sort of relationship with Ms. Garland?
They began speculating as soon as they saw Curtis, but none of them dared to utter their thoughts
aloud. Wearing smiles, the executives greeted him and got out of the mansion right away.
About five minutes later, Rayna finally came downstairs, rubbing her shoulders as she went down the
steps.
“Being a CEO is much more tiring than being an employee,” she mumbled. Only when she saw Curtis in
the living room did she recall that she was in his mansion.
Rayna smacked her forehead, frustration written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon. The meeting
ran longer than I expected. I’ll go cook right away.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“No need. Let’s just order takeout.” His heart ached at the sight of her weary expression.
“It’s all right. I can cook up a quick meal.” As she spoke, she was already dashing into the kitchen.
Standing from a distance, she began to fill him in on the contents of their meeting that day.
Meanwhile, Curtis poured some milk into a cup, thinking of heating it for Rayna so that she could have a
good night’s sleep later.
Right then, a dull thud sounded in his ears.
He scanned his surroundings and noticed a person lying on the ground when his gaze landed on the
kitchen. A cloud passed over his face, and he instantly went to the kitchen in his wheelchair. At the same
time, he dialed the doctor’s number with his other hand.
“Rayna!”
Curtis mustered his strength to bend over and gently tapped Rayna’s face to wake her up. At that
moment, he was overwhelmed with anxiety.
Alas, the woman showed no response.
Seeing that her face still had some color, he placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
Rayna was not running a fever. It appeared that she had fallen asleep, as indicated by her steady
breathing.
Curtis’ gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, after which he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The doctor, who had hurried over, gave Rayna a checkup and found that there was nothing wrong with
her. She had merely overworked herself.
Nonetheless, the doctor advised, “She’s probably under great stress, so it’s best if she doesn’t stay up
late and sleep earlier instead. If she continues overworking herself, it may affect her menstrual cycle.”
Curtis nodded in understanding. “Thank you.”
Once he sent the doctor away, he opened a bottle of liquid medicine and poured some of its content into
a spoon before feeding it to Rayna.
The medicine emanated a pungent smell and was bitter to taste. Thus, she spat it out right after he fed
her, and a frown formed on her beautiful face.
Curtis was helpless. How can she recover if she refuses to take her medicine?
He gave it another try, and that time around, the spoon was almost knocked to the ground. Left with no
other choice, he could only resort to his previous method. Curtis held the medicine in his mouth and
brought his lips toward hers, forcing her to drink it.
He could smell the faint scent of coffee in her mouth and assumed she must have had plenty during the
meeting. It was a bittersweet taste.
Unable to help himself, Curtis deepened the kiss and only let her go after a long while.
The brownish medicine dripped from the corner of her lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb. Watching
the fast-asleep Rayna, he felt his heart soften and ache for her.
The next day, Rayna woke up feeling invigorated. A puzzled expression crossed her face when she
noticed she was sleeping on the bed while wearing the same outfit as the previous day. She could not
remember how she got there, so she asked Curtis about it when she bumped into him downstairs.
“You fainted in the kitchen, so I carried you upstairs.”
“Really?” Stunned, Rayna did not quite know what to say. “Y-You could’ve just given me a blanket, Mr.
Faymon. You didn’t have to…”
Her voice trailed off as she imagined Curtis lifting her up and bringing her upstairs. How awkward!
“You’re not that heavy. Quite similar to Kristie, actually.” Curtis lifted the newspaper and began reading
through it casually. “It’s just that you knocked your head on the handrail a few times as I brought you up
the stairs.”
“Will that make me stupid?” Shocked, Rayna instinctively touched her head.
Curtis stared at her at length before covering his lips with his hand, hiding the delighted smile
underneath.
She believes just about anything that she’s heard.
“You’re so mean, Mr. Faymon!” Eventually, Rayna figured out he was only teasing her. With her brows
furrowed, she stormed into the kitchen and began preparing food.
Her plan for the day was to head to the office after breakfast and return by noon once she was done
taking care of some matters.
After all, it would disturb Curtis’ rest if she constantly had people over at the mansion.
However, Curtis insisted that it was unnecessary, for Naomi would take care of the remaining matters.
“You’re the CEO. If you need to take care of every single thing, then what’s the use of the secretarial
department?”
“The situation is different this time,” retorted Rayna. It concerned Faymon Group’s survival, after all.
Before Chester made his next move, she dared not let others handle too many affairs.
“Leave it to them. You need to rest,” said Curtis in a tone that left no room for argument.
After a moment of hesitation, she finally relented. “All right.”
Despite her response, Rayna certainly did not plan on keeping her word, intending to handle some things
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmon the down-low. However, Naomi did not answer her calls, and there were no emails in her inbox either.
Curtis was determined to make her rest for a few days.
As such, after busying herself for over half a month, Rayna could finally relax.
Her daily routine consisted of watering the flowers, cooking, and sunbathing in the garden when the
weather was just right. Occasionally, she would deal with some documents she had previously compiled.
The reason Rayna promised Curtis she would be the manager of the Department of Regulators was to
uncover the truth behind Jonathan’s death. A long time had passed since then, but she had yet to obtain
a single clue.
Is Mr. Lawson’s death really a coincidence?
Just then, her phone vibrated. It was a WhatsApp message from Curtis that read: Can we have ravioli
today?
Rayna could not stop a smile from spreading across her face. It was hard to imagine him messaging her
a question in such a humble tone.
Rayna: Okay. I’ll decide the stuffing!
Although Curtis was not repulsed by the stew of pork innards, he still would not consume much of the
dishes that contained pork. According to his words, pork was not nutritious, so it was best to eat less of
it.
Oh, please! How dare you dislike pork when it has fed so many families?
At that thought, Rayna decided to serve pork ravioli with mushrooms.
When she was about to make the dish, she noticed there was barely any flour left. Thus, she ordered it
through her phone while adjusting the fire. At the same time, she blasted some music through the
Bluetooth speaker in the living room.
“Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they’re not shining…” she sang.
Taking advantage of the fact that she was alone downstairs, Rayna began to dance as she kneaded the
dough. Her movements were exaggerated as she sang off-tune to the music.
Nonetheless, she looked extremely happy at the moment. In fact, she even failed to notice that Curtis
had made his way downstairs.
Her voice was raspy from belting out the song. When she turned around to grab something, she caught a
glimpse of a silhouette from the corner of her eye. It gave her such a great shock that she almost hurled
the dough into the air.
“Did I interrupt your singing?” asked Curtis in amusement.
Indeed, he heard everything.
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