His Precious Love

Read His Precious Love Chapter 39 A Fantastic Job

Not just anyone was qualified to head to the Norham branch.

Furthermore, Rayna did not wish to be alone and far from home. It would be tough for her. She was

neither ambitious nor in any urgent need of money. Moreover, her family was close by, and everything

she had in life right now was more than enough for her.

Curtis knew Rayna was determined to stay, so he did not insist.

After all, he had no right to intervene in her choice.

For the rest of the afternoon, the study was quiet. Both were busy dealing with their own matters. By the

time Rayna lifted her head after completing her last document, she realized that the sky was already

dark.

Before she knew it, she had stayed in Curtis’ house for an entire day.

When Rayna saw that Curtis was still lost in his pile of work, she decided not to disturb him and

discreetly left the study, thinking of preparing dinner before heading back. While she was on her way

downstairs, she received a call from Jessica.

“Rayna, are you still out working?”

“I’m at Mr. Faymon’s place.” Rayna had told Jessica about what happened during the cocktail reception,

and she even roasted Jessica for her inaccurate fortune-telling—Rayna met no soulmates there.

“Oh? You’re in Mr. Faymon’s house? Are you staying the night there?” Jessica said in a sing-song voice.

“What are you thinking about? I’m only here to return the favor.” Rayna was speechless when Jessica

leaped to conclusions. “Weren’t you talking about how indecent Mr. Faymon is a while ago?”

“I only said that Mr. Faymon will be marrying later in life; I didn’t say he was indecent,” Jessica refuted

with an innocent-sounding voice. “Moreover, it’s not as if I’m asking you to marry him. If you click with

him, why don’t you try dating him?”

Rayna huffed in exasperation. “No thank you. I’m not interested. Didn’t you see what happened the last

time? Look at how fierce Kristie was. Any woman who gets together with Mr. Faymon won’t have an easy

time.”

There was clearly nothing special about Rayna’s relationship with Curtis, but Kristie still bore a grudge

against her.

Things would become worse if something really did bloom between them.

When Rayna noticed how late it was, she hastily prepped dinner after telling Jessica not to buy takeout,

for she was going to bring food back. At that, Jessica kissed the receiver of her phone in gratitude.

As it was dinner, Rayna made blander food for easier digestion. The soup she had left boiling on the

stove since the afternoon was done, so she took the pot off the stove. All of a sudden, her vision turned

dark, and she nearly jumped in fright.

A power outage?

Nevertheless, it seemed like Curtis’ house was the only place affected as the street lights outside were

still lit. Thus, Rayna guessed that the circuit breaker had tripped, so she turned on the torch on her

phone and went upstairs to the study to look for Curtis.

“Mr. Faymon, did the circuit breaker trip?” Rayna asked as she knocked on the study door. “Do you know

where the fuse box is?”

“Mr. Faymon?”

Rayna knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered it. When she entered the room, she found

no signs of Curtis around. She tensed up in the dark.

But Curtis was still in the study when I went downstairs to prep the meal.

The corridor on the second floor was a long one, and there were seven to eight rooms there. It was such

a huge space, but it was silent, and the only light source was the miserable, dim light in front of her. In

fact, Rayna could even hear her own breathing.

“U-U-U-Uncle Curtis…” Rayna walked along the walls as her legs quaked. “Where are you? Can you

answer me?”

She simply could not wrap her mind around why someone who stayed alone had to live in a gigantic

house like that. What’s the point?

Rayna was so slow she was almost crawling at this point, for she was afraid that something might pop

out all of a sudden. As she walked down the corridor, she would shine both the floor in front of her and

the floor behind her from time to time. Upon hearing noises coming from the bedroom, she dashed over.

“Uncle Curtis, is that you inside?” Rayna patted the bedroom door.

“This is my house. Who can possibly be here if not me?” Curtis sounded muffled. “The bathroom door is

stuck, so come in with a torch and open it.”

“Okay, wait for me.” Rayna opened the door and went in.

The interior of the bedroom was simple, so Rayna found the bathroom right after she illuminated the

room with her phone torch. It was then she realized that the mat’s corner was stuck under the door,

which made it difficult for the man inside to swing the door open.

“Uncle Curtis, the mat’s the reason the door is stuck,” she said to him before reaching out to pull the mat

out. However, it was rather stuck, and she failed to do so after several attempts. “Why don’t you move

aside? I’ll kick the door open.”

“Is your kick that powerful?” Curtis dubiously asked.

Rayna glanced at the lock and noted that it was a normal one. “It should work. I can try it.”

“All right.”

Once Curtis informed her that he had moved aside, Rayna took a step back and sucked in a deep

breath. Then, she lifted her leg and kicked the lock.

The first time did not work.

Rayna swung her leg against the door again, and she succeeded on her second try.

“Mr. Faymon.” Rayna entered to see that Curtis’ sleeves were stained red by blood. Evidently, his injury

was torn. “You’re bleeding. Are you okay?”

She was too anxious about Curtis’ wound and didn’t expect the bathroom floor to be wet. The moment

she stepped into the small space, she slipped and fell to the floor, her phone soaring out of her hand.

Curtis managed to grab her arm reflexively.

Rayna flailed her arms around desperately, and she ended up grabbing his wound. Losing balance,

Curtis took quick steps back and hit the faucet as Rayna crashed into his arms.

The shower turned on, and water splashed and soaked them.

Right then, the lights came back on.