His Precious Love

Chapter 647

Rayna recalled what she heard when she exited the car and said, “Normally, the housekeepers are walking around

and talking in the courtyard as they clean. Today, I didn't hear any housekeeper talking. Instead, I could tell that

there were a few men in the courtyard with leather shoes on.”

Suddenly, Rayna seemed to have realized something. She reached out to hold Curtis' hand and asked, “Did

something happen?”

“No. Nothing happened.” Curtis turned his palm around and held her wrist. “Those were just Grandpa's friends, and

they came to catch up with him.”

“Is that so? Are you lying to me just because I can't see?” Rayna wasn't convinced. “I don't like it when people lie to

me,” she reminded.

“I'm not lying to you.” Curtis tapped the tip of her nose and placed her palm on his lips. After kissing her palm, he

said, “I'll go now. Once I'm done, I'll be back to keep you company.”

“Okay.” Rayna nodded. “On your way out, could you get the nanny to bring the kids here? I would like to spend

some time with them.”

“Sure.” Curtis took advantage of her trance to lean forward to kiss her forehead before he spun on his heels and

left the bedroom.

When he arrived at the door to the bedroom, he saw the nanny lingering outside the room with Xareni in her arms.

“Bring the kids in for Mrs. Faymon,” he instructed.

“Yes, sir.” The nanny immediately heaved a sigh of relief inwardly when she looked into the room and saw Rayna

sitting on the bed with all her clothes on.

After exiting the bedroom, Curtis bumped into the butler. When the butler saw that Curtis was about to walk down

the stairs, he said, “Mr. Faymon, Old Mr. Faymon and Commander Clark are on the rooftop.”

Hearing that, Curtis turned around and went upstairs.

The moment he arrived on the rooftop, he saw Alfred and Kelvin Clark sitting under the shade and having a

conversation over coffee.

“You're here!” Kelvin noticed Curtis walking toward them and waved at him. “Before this, my secretary told me you

have a family of your own now. I couldn't believe it at first! Who would've known that it's true?”

Curtis walked to Alfred's side and pulled a chair for himself to sit opposite Kelvin. “It has been a while, Mr. Clark.”

“Indeed.” Kelvin took a sip of his coffee and flashed a warm smile. “Old Mr. Faymon told me your wife gave you

triplets.”

“Yes. That's right,” Curtis replied with a smile. “It's all thanks to my wife.”

Kelvin and Alfred exchanged glances and smiled when they heard that.

Kelvin then moved his fingers back and forth on the edge of the cup and thought about the woman Curtis carried

out of the car. “Could your wife be the woman you were carrying just now?”

“Yes, that's my wife.” Although Curtis appeared calm, he was growing wary of Kelvin.

For Curtis, Rayna and his children were his Achilles heel. If someone were to use them against him, he would have

no choice but to yield.

Alfred, who was sitting next to Curtis, shot Curtis a glance from the corner of his eyes and noticed the icy glint in

Curtis' eyes. Therefore, he pointed at the fruit platter on the table and said to Kelvin, “Have some fruits! These are

all freshly picked.”

Kelvin shifted his gaze toward the fruit platter on the table and beamed. “Are these fruits from Windswept

Orchard?”

“Yes! You remember!” Alfred's smile grew wilder. “Back then, you recommended me to buy that piece of land. At

first, I wanted to develop it into a business district. Who would've thought that it would end up becoming an

orchard?”

“That's making use of what you've been given. Not bad,” Kelvin commented.

For some reason, the smile on Alfred's face gradually faded after those words fell. He then looked at Kelvin calmly

and said, “A couple of days ago, I was watching the television, and I saw Bryan getting promoted.”

“Yes. He's been lucky.” Kelvin smiled faintly when Alfred mentioned his only son, Bryan Clark. After that, Kelvin

shifted his gaze toward Curtis and said, “Bryan is only a few years older than you.”

Upon hearing that, Curtis raised his brows and looked at Alfred. Bryan? Bryan Clark? That name sounds rather

familiar.

Alfred saw the puzzled look on Curtis' face and said, “When you were around five, you kept following him around

excitedly. Do you remember him now?”

“Oh. Yes.” Despite his words, Curtis still couldn't remember much about Bryan. “I saw him at the military parade on

television a couple of days ago, but I didn't know he was your son, Mr. Clark.”

Although Curtis couldn't remember much about Bryan, he sure knew who Kelvin was. When I was little, I caught him

looking dazed while staring at a photo of Grandma and Grandpa on a few occasions.

Needless to say, Curtis never knew Kelvin had a son. That was why he was puzzled when he heard Alfred

mentioning it.

As the three of them were drinking coffee and enjoying the fruit platter, a man in a military uniform walked up to

Kelvin and whispered in his ear. Shortly after, Kelvin said, “I'm sorry, but I have matters to attend to. I should leave

now. I'll visit again when I'm free.”

With that, he put his cup on the table and rose to his feet.

Seeing that, Alfred stood up with the support of his cane and Curtis. “I'll send you off.”

Kelvin shot Curtis a glance before nodding at Alfred. “All right.”

“It's such a rare occasion to see you here. You should stay longer.” Alfred walked Kelvin to the courtyard with Curtis'

help and uttered in a sincere tone, “When you come over the next time around, bring Bryan along if he's free.”

Kelvin shook and patted Alfred's hand before answering, “I will.”

Curtis supported Alfred as they stood there and watched the Lincoln limousine leave. Alfred only turned around

reluctantly after the car left. “Let's go inside.”

“Grandpa, did you say Bryan is Mr. Clark's son?” Curtis was still puzzled by what he heard on the rooftop.

“Yes. His name is Bryan Clark, the major-general in Chanaea. He was adopted by Kelvin back then. Since Kelvin isn't

a married man, he doesn't have a biological son. When Kelvin was going home from his base one day, he found

Bryan on the street and took him in,” Alfred explained.

“When Bryan was little, he came to Norwal City and stayed for a couple of days. Perhaps you were too young at

that time, so you can't remember much of it. However, you were following Bryan around after spending half a day

with him.” Alfred was reminiscing about the good old days with a pleasant smile on his face. “Time flies by. In the

blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.”

Curtis wasn't moved by those words. Instead, he was slightly annoyed by the fact that he was pestering an older

boy when he was little. I was a boy myself. Why was I doing that back then?