His Precious Love

Chapter 663

When Rayna woke up the following day, she reached out to feel the bedsheet and noticed it was already cold.

Apparently, Curtis left a long while ago.

“Curtis, Curtis.” She called out his name, but no one responded.

Rayna got up and lifted the blanket to get down from the bed. She groped around the bedside out of habit and felt

her cane placed on the left side of the bedside table. She grabbed the stick and searched blindly for the way to the

door. However, she didn't feel the chair in front of her with the cane, resulting in her tripping over the furniture

when she moved forward.

A loud bang sounded from within the room, arousing the attention of the bodyguard standing guard outside the

door. “Mrs. Faymon, are you all right?” The bodyguard didn't dare to open the door and enter the room casually, so

he could only knock on the door and inquire about the situation inside the room.

Sitting on the floor, Rayna said in the door's direction, “I'm fine.”

A hint of grievance and resignation laced her hoarse voice. She reached out to grope around the floor, wanting to

retrieve her cane but to no avail, even after doing that for a long while.

At the same time, someone opened the initially shut door from the outside, followed by the entry of a bodyguard in

black. The bodyguard was shocked when he saw Rayna sitting on the floor. He hurriedly stepped forward to help

her up. “Mrs. Faymon, what are you...”

Rayna didn't expect someone would come into the room. She was slightly taken aback but didn't reject the

bodyguard's assistance. “I stumbled on a chair and fell just now. Can you please help me find my stick?”

The bodyguard scanned his surroundings and finally fixated his gaze on the spot below the coffee table. “Stay here,

and don't move too much. I'll help you pick it up.”

He bent down to retrieve the cane as he spoke and returned it to Rayna. “Mr. Faymon went out to do something. He

instructed us to take good care of you before he left.”

“Okay,” she replied nonchalantly. Under the bodyguard's guidance, she walked up to the couch and took a seat.

“Do you need me to help you with anything else?” the bodyguard asked thoughtfully instead of exiting the room

immediately after she sat down.

“I'm a little thirsty,” she said.

In fact, she wasn't thirsty. However, she had just tripped over a chair and was informed about Curtis' departure. The

two overlapping incidents prompted her to require some time to recollect herself. Otherwise, she was afraid she

might experience an emotional outburst.

She didn't even need to probe further to figure out where Curtis had gone.

Last night, they made a promise to climb up the mountain again today, but Curtis went back on his word. Rayna

was dissatisfied, but she understood his intention of not wanting her to overexert herself.

The bodyguard poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her. “Mrs. Faymon, here's the water.”

She received the glass and cautiously took a sip of water before asking again, “When did Mr. Faymon leave?”

“He left approximately an hour ago.” Another bodyguard, standing at one side, answered the question. After saying

that, he shot a look at his colleague, who was in close proximity to Rayna, hinting at him to keep some distance

from her.

Still, the first bodyguard clearly didn't take his colleague's reminder seriously. He stood next to Rayna and waited for

her to finish the glass of water. Then, he took the glass from her and placed it on the coffee table.

“If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave.” With that, the bodyguard turned around to exit the room, but Rayna

halted him. “Hold on.”

He spun on his heel and gazed at her in bafflement. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Can you help me bring over my phone? It should be on the bedside table,” Rayna said.

The bodyguard walked toward the bedside table. He looked around but didn't see a phone on the tabletop. Then, he

searched the drawer but didn't find the device inside either. “The phone is not here.”

After hearing that, Rayna was stunned for a few seconds before asking, “Can I borrow your phone for a while?”

The bodyguard hesitated after listening to her request. He exchanged glances with his colleague, and after

receiving the latter's nod of approval, he handed his phone to Rayna. The next moment, he was reminded that she

had lost her vision, so he inquired, “Do you wish to make a phone call, Mrs. Faymon?”

“Yes.” Rayna nodded. “I'll tell you the phone number, and you can help me dial it.”

The bodyguard grunted in agreement and dialed Curtis' number, as mentioned by Rayna, before handing the

device to her.

Rayna held the phone and waited for the call to be connected. A disappointed look spread across her face when

Curtis didn't answer after a long while. “Just hang up the call.”

The bodyguard took the phone and ended the call.

“That's all. You may leave now.” She waved her hand at the bodyguards, gesturing for them to leave.

The bodyguards' leader glanced at Rayna worryingly before joining his colleague to exit the room.

Rayna sat on the couch for a few moments before slowly getting up and groping her way to the bathroom.

...

Meanwhile, Curtis, Robin, and the bodyguards from Norwal City were looking for traces of the places the old doctor

had lived on the mountain.

“Mr. Faymon, didn't Mr. Xavier mention the old traditional medicine practitioner had passed away? Why are you still

keen on carrying out another search?” Robin asked.

Curtis replied, “We can't trust everything we hear from others. If that old traditional medicine practitioner had truly

passed away, Dr. Galopin wouldn't have told me to look for him again unless...” Unless Dr. Galopin's goal is not for

us to locate the old traditional medicine practitioner.

Curtis stopped abruptly in his tracks and instructed his subordinates around him, “Stop! There's no need to search

anymore.”

After saying that, he took out his phone to make a call. Unfortunately, he couldn't receive any signal on his phone in

the deep mountain.

“Mr. Yeast, call Rayna. Hurry up!” Curtis held his phone and walked around, attempting to find a place with a signal

to make the call. At the same time, he told Robin to contact Rayna.

...

Back in the hotel, when Rayna walked out of the bathroom, she sensed someone else inside the room and thought

Curtis had returned. “Curtis?”

Instead of responding at once, that person shifted his gaze onto Rayna and sized her up before uttering, “Ms.

Griffith.”

“You're not Curtis. Who are you? How did you get in here?” Rayna wielded her cane defensively in front of her while

listening intently to that man's voice. “Your voice...” Hearing his deep and hoarse voice, she felt like she had heard it

somewhere.”

“Don't be afraid, Ms. Griffith. I mean no harm.” He went up to her as he spoke. Rayna sensed his approach and

instinctively stepped backward. “What do you want?”

“Ms. Griffith, I told you I don't intend to harm you. I just want a favor from you.” He stretched out his hand at her as

he spoke. “I'm interested in something in you, so I'm wondering if you're willing to follow me somewhere.”

“Something on me?” Grasping the gist of his speech, Rayna instantaneously grew wary. “Do you take part in the

human organ trafficking business?”

Rayna didn't know she was afflicted with parasites. Hence, when that man mentioned he was interested in

something in her, she instinctively thought he was referring to her organs.