His Precious Love

Wedding Bells Chime for Mr. Curtis Faymon and Ms. Wendella Sainz. The headline in bold text felt like a thorn in

Rayna’s eyes.

Her arms were shaking slightly.

She had thought she would no longer care about that man after returning from Summerbank, but a crushing pain

seared through her heart when she saw the trending news of him being arm-in-arm with another woman.

Being the first to regain her composure, Jessica snatched the phone from Rayna’s hand. “Some of these reporters

have nothing better to do than to write clickbait articles on the entertainment industry.”

“That’s right!” Kristie, too, had regained her senses and nodded fervently. “They must be writing nonsense.”

“Which company would dare publish things like that without Curtis’ approval?” Rayna’s expression was calm as if

the matter did not affect her in the slightest. “Wendella Sainz? Sounds familiar.”

She could not recall where she had heard the name.

“Is she part of your acquaintances?” Rayna gazed at Kristie. “Do you know her?”

Kristie shook her head and tugged on Rayna’s arm. “Don’t dwell on it, Rayna. Wendella is nothing compared to you.

I wonder if Curt has gone blind. Don’t worry. I’m on your side. Tell me the type of men you like, and I’ll set you up

with someone with my vast connections. Any of them would be a hundred times better than Curt!”

“All right.” Rayna smiled lightly as she tilted her head to the side and considered the matter. “All I ask is that he

stands at least a meter eighty tall, is respectful and loving and is able to support me.”

“A-Are you serious, Rayna?” Kristie was dumbfounded. “Are you toying with me?”

Worried that Kristie would say something wrong, Jessica quickly pulled her aside. “Kristie meant to say that

respectful and loving may be too general. Do you have any specific demands for their characters or appearances?”

Rayna smiled. “Not particularly. Besides, only men of exceptional characters belong in the same social circle as

Kristie. I’ll be happy as long as they don’t think I’m beneath them.”

Jessica pushed Kristie away.

Upon understanding the meaning behind the look she received, Kristie hurriedly said, “Can do. I will look for him for

you in a while, Rayna.”

“You guys carry on. I’m feeling sleepy. I’ll head back in for a nap.”

After Rayna disappeared into the bedroom, Kristie spun around to face Jessica. “Rayna is really going through with

the search for a man! What do we do?”

“Isn’t this a good thing?” Jessica resumed her task at hand. “Narrow them down and let her choose.”

Kristie became anxious. “W-What about Curt?”

“Stop mentioning him!” Jessica snapped. “They’ve broken up, so he has no right to know who Nana’s seeing.

Similarly, she doesn’t want to know about his business.”

Jessica was afraid that Rayna would feel upset when she snatched the phone from Kristie and saw the news.

However, Rayna appeared calm, as if the news did not bother her.

She did not know if Rayna was pretending not to care or if she was genuinely indifferent, but she hoped it was the

latter.

Kristie pursed her red lips as if to say something when Jessica swiftly grabbed a tomato and stuffed it in her mouth,

causing her cheeks to bulge.

“You’ve seen the news. Mr. Faymon has a girlfriend now, so stop worrying about it or Rayna won’t come here

anymore.” Jessica’s gaze contained a hint of warning.

Kristie’s shoulders slumped after she heard Jessica’s words, and she dared not utter another herself.

I don’t want to be blacklisted by Rayna!

Rayna did not sleep after returning to the room. She was thinking of the news she had just learned and of the fine-

looking couple.

After a while, she rose from the bed and turned on her laptop on the table.

She clicked on the browser, searched for Curtis’ and Wendella’s names, and found many relevant search results.

She found not only Wendella’s personal information but also articles that took the liberty to add details claiming

that the pair had long since been acquainted and that Wendella’s purpose of returning to the country this time was

for her marriage and that both sides were ready to meet their in-laws.

Rayna scanned through Wendella’s information.

Her mother was a translator who had retired five years ago.

Her father was even more impressive. He was the Minister of Finance. She also had an elder sister who got married

in Saintnam.

Wendella studied in Illurasia from elementary school to her doctoral dissertation and became a diplomat at a young

age. She had been leading a quiet life in Illurasia over the past few years.

If not for the news, the public would have remained unaware of who she was.

Rayna became lost in thought from reading the articles. With a flick of her finger, she scrolled all the way down and

saw thousands of comments beneath the news article, some of which contained her name.

One wrote: What an impressive background Wendella has. She is what every young woman should strive to be.

Another gushed: Beautiful and capable, she is worthy of Mr. Faymon. Together, they’ll be unstoppable.

A third scorned: Look at Wendella, and then at Rayna. Who the heck does Rayna think she is to be with Mr.

Faymon?

A fourth disparaged: How could Rayna have been able to study abroad at such a prestigious institution, given the

destitution of her family and her mother’s early divorce? Perhaps she has quietly worked her way up.

Rayna’s grip on the mouse tightened as she read the unflattering discussion.

The pain in her heart was unbearable.

After a while, her tumultuous emotions began to simmer down. Calmly, she browsed the comments, perused the

news, and again found intimate photographs of him and Wendella.

Her gaze lingered for several seconds on his hand wrapped around Wendella before she shut her laptop.

Those people are right. I have nothing to be upset about. Wendella is a beautiful diplomat, with a background

comparable to Curtis’. They are a perfect match. What can I offer?

As soon as Carl returned with her newly repaired phone, Rayna immediately contacted Ringo.

Her reaction was much less adverse than when she heard it for the first time as she exchanged a series of

messages with him to ascertain James’ death. In fact, she was unperturbed.

“Where is Arnaud?” she asked Ringo. “I want to bring my brother’s remains back.”

James is dead. I cannot let his remains be stranded abroad.

“He is still at Yartran,” Ringo reported. “Mr. Hamilton wants you to take good care of yourself and the children. He

will follow up on the matter, and once an opportunity presents itself, he will send your brother home.”

Rayna felt awful. “I don’t want to trouble him any further,” she croaked. “I want to negotiate with Arnaud.”

“Naomi was everything to Arnaud. Do you think he will look past the fact that James assassinated her? He will strike

you down at the first opportunity he gets if you go to Yartran now.”

After a pause, Ringo continued, “Don’t worry about troubling us. You and Mr. Hamilton aren’t just anybody. I have

seen how much you have helped him.”

That’s right. When has Jefferson ever treated me as an outsider? He has always been protective of me.

Tears welled up in her eyes when she remembered the quarrel she had at the hospital with Curtis. She clasped a

hand over her mouth.

I hate him so much! He brought me to the hospital as soon as I arrived back in the country and ruined my plans by

enabling Mrs. Xavier to bring Selena away. Despite everything he said about thinking of me, he ended up with

another woman instead. If he cared about me, how could he have thought of ways to get me to abort the child? If

he cared about me, he wouldn’t have sold the information to my brother and had him endanger himself. I cannot

love him anymore.

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