His Precious Love

Chapter 665

Jensen's gaze kept darting between the window and Rayna. The traditional medicine practitioner caught Jensen's

movement but didn't comment on it.

When the car slowly stopped in front of the beachfront mansion, Jensen carried the still-unconscious Rayna from

the car into the house.

The traditional medicine practitioner was stunned when he saw the white, Epean style structure by the beach. A

memory of Jensen requesting an advance payment from Andrew a few months ago flashed across his mind.

Realization crossed his eyes. Yet, he wanted a direct answer from Jensen himself, so he asked, “When did you find

this house?”

“This is my personal matter and not part of your job scope.” Jensen unlocked the front door with a retina scanner

and carried Rayna up the stairs. Before he made a turn down the hallway, he warned, “Don't touch anything in this

house. Also, you're not allowed to go into the house in the backyard. You can choose anywhere else to be your

workplace.” When he finished, he continued making his way to a room on the left on the second floor and carefully

laid Rayna down on the bed. He reached for the covers on the side and pulled them over her. When he tucked the

covers over Rayna's shoulders, he unknowingly saw something red crawling along her neck. His expression turned

solemn as he reached out his fingers to gently stroke Rayna's neck until he felt something moving beneath her skin.

“A parasite.” Jensen narrowed his eyes at that knowledge before uttering the exact species of the parasite. “Blood

parasite.”

Jensen shot a glance at Rayna before turning around and leaving the room. He came down the stairs back to the

living room. The minute he was standing behind the traditional medicine practitioner, he clasped onto the older

man's shoulder tightly. The practitioner paled at the sharp pain coming from his shoulder. “Jensen, w-what do you

think you're doing?”

“The thing that's moving inside Rayna's body. That's the source of your extracts, right?” Jensen cast an icy look at

the older man. “Can that thing really be made into skincare products?”

The traditional medicine practitioner didn't expect Jensen's question. Feeling the firm grip on his nape, he didn't

dare to move, nor piss Jensen off, so he merely nodded. “It can.”

He wasn't dumb. He knew Jensen must've seen the thing under Rayna's skin when he carried her to the room

upstairs earlier.

However, he didn't understand why Jensen would be agitated by that. Hence, he carefully probed, “Jensen, we're

just working for Mr. Zeller. There's no need for you to act like this.”

Jensen slowly released the grip on his nape at his comment. “How did you find out about that thing in Mrs. Faymon's

body?”

“You... release me first, then I'll tell you.” The traditional medicine practitioner tried to use that as a bargaining chip,

hoping Jensen would free him.

However, it didn't cause the desired effect. Instead of freeing the practitioner, Jensen's grip tightened around the

older man's nape. He threatened the practitioner with a growl. “I'm asking you a question!”

“Jensen, y-you... Can't we talk nicely? Why must you resort to violence?” When the traditional medicine practitioner

once again felt the iron grip squeezing his nape, the gentleness in his eyes slowly shifted into something vicious.

“Jensen, don't tell me you know what it is?”

“Stop spewing nonsense! I want you to say it!” Jensen raised his leg and kicked the old man's calf, sending the old

man kneeling on the ground. “Are you going to tell me?”

“Fine, I'll say it!” The traditional medicine practitioner raised his arms in surrender. Seeing him giving in, Jensen

loosened the grip on the old man's nape.

“I think I don't have to explain what that thing in Mrs. Faymon's body is since you already know,” the old man said

as he looked over his shoulder at Jensen. “That thing has a smell that humans can't detect, but there's a cat that

can catch its scent easily. That's because that thing is a food source for Lyra, the cat.”

Almost immediately, Jensen recalled the black thing moving around the bushes the night before. “You mean that

thing that attacked Curtis last night in the mountain?”

“Yes,” the practitioner admitted with a nod. He wet his lips before continuing, “The blood parasite planted in Mrs.

Faymon's body needs to consume the carcass and blood of the male parasite to grow, while the male parasite

requires to consume blood to grow.”

“You don't have to explain the specifics to me. I know about blood parasites better than you do!” When Jensen

connected the dots in his mind, he interrupted the old man. “How did you get the cat?”

“I picked it up from the streets more than a decade ago. I thought it was a stray kitten. Imagine my surprise when I

noticed the irregularities of the kitten as it grew. I only found out the actual species of the cat through a quack

doctor during my travels,” the old man explained. The practitioner's legs were turning numb after kneeling for a

long period, so he asked, “Can you let me get up? My legs are numb.”

Jensen lowered his head to look at the traditional medicine practitioner kneeling on the ground. Since the

practitioner was an elder and they both worked for the same boss, Jensen figured it wouldn't be good to have a

fallout with the old man, so he released him.

The practitioner got up from the floor and slowly walked over to the couch to take a seat. He bent down to smack

his numb legs to get the blood flowing. Lifting his gaze to Jensen, he asked, “You... I guess you know Mrs. Faymon

from before?”

“That is none of your business.” Jensen shot the old man an icy glance before leaving the living room. Before he

stepped over the threshold, he reminded, “Mr. Zeller has given his orders. The first SA products must be released

onto the market before Glory's new products, so the extracts must be completed by the end of this month. There

isn't much time left for you. Thus, I hope you don't give me any more trouble!”

Jensen left the mansion once he finished.

At the same time, Rayna was standing behind the door in the second-floor bedroom. The door wasn't fully closed,

so she heard everything the two were talking about downstairs. Disbelief filled her at their conversation.

Parasite? Blood parasite? What is that? Is... it those things I saw on TV or read in books? Parasite's poison? There's

something like that inside me?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt chills running down her spine. She started stroking her skin along

her arms, body, and neck. When her finger felt the lump on her neck, her hand paused.

Her finger gently touched the lump. She could feel the sensation of the thing moving. Its movement was very slow.

It paused and moved intermittently.

Rayna's face paled at the feeling. She wanted to grab onto the thing on her neck. When she put force into her grip,

it disappeared. Rayna ran her fingers along her neck again, yet she didn't feel anything but smooth skin.

Has it run away? Or did it run to another part of my body? Rayna's started touching every part of her body but

didn't feel the lump anywhere.

Rayna mumbled, “Was it my illusion?”

She was thinking of going back to bed, but a pair of rough hands grasped onto her wrist abruptly when her hand

halted in midair. “Who is it?”