His Precious Love

Chapter 616

The restaurant manager was about to ask someone when the VIP manager from the private room told Curtis, “Mrs.

Faymon just left around five minutes ago. Did you not see her?”

Upon hearing that, Curtis was instantly displeased. He was about to turn around and leave when he noticed Rayna

walking over to him.

With a smile, Rayna strode over to Curtis. She naturally grabbed his arm and uttered, “How do you know I'm here?”

“Mr. Yeast heard it when he was on the call with you.” Curtis reached out to brush back a few strands of Rayna's

hair. His sharp eyes immediately noticed her slightly reddened eyes, and his expression darkened.

“Have you eaten?” Rayna blinked at him playfully as she tried to hide her sad emotion.

“I haven't. I was waiting for you.” Curtis immediately saw through his wife's actions and suggested, “How about we

have dinner here?”

“It's fine. Let's go home and eat. I miss my children.” Rayna shook her head. She did not come here to eat, as she

was here to meet someone. However, since the person didn't want to meet her, there was no reason for her to

remain here.

Curtis intertwined his hand with hers before walking out of the entrance together. “Okay, let's go home.”

Behind them, the restaurant and VIP managers looked at their retreating figures and heaved sighs of relief.

“Mr. and Mrs. Faymon have never been to our restaurant. Why would they come here today?” the restaurant

manager asked the VIP manager with a warning look.

The manager in charge of the VIP room was a woman similar in age to Rayna. When she heard the restaurant

manager's query, she smiled and replied gently, “I don't know. Perhaps they heard about Beryl Pavilion's reputation

and wanted to visit the restaurant personally.”

With that, she turned and left.

A man wearing a chef uniform stood in the backyard of the kitchen, staring at the road outside through the fence.

In his position, he could clearly see the cars parked near the restaurant and their respective customers.

Rayna and Curtis got on a black Maybach one after another. After a moment, the car slowly drove out of the

restaurant. The man only retracted his gaze when the car disappeared out of his sight.

“The woman didn't even order this dish, but you purposely made it and sent it to her in a takeaway bag. However,

you refused to meet her when she came looking for you. What's your purpose for doing this?” A loud, piercing

female voice with a tint of mockery rang out from behind him.

The man threw his cigarette onto the ground and stubbed it out. He took a deep breath and turned around to face

the woman wearing a tightly-fitted suit. “What about you? He's dead, but you came all the way here with me.

What's your purpose for doing this?”

“You!” The woman clearly didn't expect the man to retort to her. She scoffed coldly. “Can't I come to see the place

he insisted on coming?”

“Okay. It'd better be just that.” The man cast a sharp glance at the woman before returning to the kitchen.

The woman glanced at the kitchen before looking at the road brightly lit by the street lights and fell into deep

thought.

...

Meanwhile, Robin was driving the car while sneaking a glance in the rearview mirror. The two people in the back

seats were deafeningly quiet, but he could feel the unbearable tension in the air.

Rayna was sitting on the left seat. She turned to face the window as she considered the potential identities of the

person. However, no matter how much she tried to recall, she couldn't think of anyone.

“What are you thinking about?” Curtis noticed her expression, and his hand tightened his grip on her as he tried to

jolt her back into reality.

Rayna regained her senses upon hearing Curtis' voice. She turned to look at him and fell into his arms. Her head

was leaning on Curtis' shoulder as she questioned, “Darling, do you think a different person can make the same dish

with the exact taste?”

A different person?

Curtis caught the main point of Rayna's words and arched a brow. “Are you thinking of someone?”

Curtis tried his best to control his jealousy as he explained gently, “Even if the same person prepares the same dish

every time, it's impossible to get the exact taste every time.”

Upon hearing that, Rayna nodded in agreement.

He's right. It is typical for the flavor of a dish to vary even when it is prepared by the same person. How is it possible

for someone else to even create the same taste? Therefore, it must be because of the guilt I feel that I am thinking

of him.

The anxiousness Rayna felt the whole afternoon dissipated upon hearing Curtis' explanation. She finally felt at ease.

“Are you tired?” Curtis felt Rayna was less tense than before. Instead, it seemed as though she was dozing off in his

embrace.

Rayna answered softly, “Yes, I feel a little tired.”

“If you're tired, you should sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when we reach home,” Curtis remarked and extended

his hand to grab a blanket to place it on Rayna.

“All right.” Rayna did feel slightly tired. She had gone shopping, watched a movie, and had some snacks with Kristie

and the others before she went to Beryl Pavilion alone. It was a long day for her.

Also, she hadn't recovered from her pregnancy with the triplets yet, so she felt even more tired than usual.

...

When Rayna walked out of the bathroom after dinner, she noticed Curtis standing on the balcony with his back

facing her.

“Why haven't you changed your clothes?” Rayna tied the belt on her nightgown properly before walking to Curtis

and hugging his waist.

At this moment, Curtis' hand was still holding a lit cigarette. When he saw her walking over, he quickly stubbed out

the cigarette in one of the flower pots on the balcony. He grabbed Rayna's hand. “It's chilly outside. Let's head back

to the room.”

Rayna was only wearing a silk nightgown. The balcony's windows were open, allowing a cool evening breeze to

enter.

Rayna hummed with acknowledgment but didn't have any intention of returning to the room. She buried her head

in his back and said hoarsely, “Curtis, do you think I will be a good wife and mother?”

Curtis was stunned by her sudden question.

“Why are you asking this question suddenly?” Curtis removed her hands from his waist and faced her. He

continued, “Did something happen today?”

Rayna placed her hands back on Curtis' waist and leaned in on him. She choked slightly as she said, “You haven't

answered my question. Don't change the topic.”

“In my eyes, you are a great wife. Regarding whether you're a good mother, that will have to wait until the children

grow up. You can ask them then. I can't answer this even if you ask me,” Curtis replied gently as he hugged her

back. Affection swirled within his eyes.

Since she was his wife, he could only answer the part about whether she was a good wife. Only the children could

decide whether she was a good mother.

“Curtis, we will always be fine, right?” Rayna continued to ask Curtis.