His Precious Love

Chapter 707 Wary Of Fernando

Upon hearing the argument between Cassidy and the middle-aged stall owner, Rayna stepped forward to pull

Cassidy away, but Curtis stopped her and pulled her into his arms instead.

“She's too mean,” Rayna said to Curtis.

“Let's see how Cassidy responds first,” Curtis quietly told her, gesturing for her to stay calm.

Rayna held Curtis' hand and squinted slightly. She was trying to see what things were like between the middle-aged

woman and Cassidy, but no matter how much she strained her eyes, she simply could not make things out clearly. It

was as if she had a veil before her eyes.

“Who in the world are you calling the bearer of misfortune?” Cassidy's fury was amplified when she heard the nasty

nickname.

“Don't you know what I'm talking about?” the middle-aged woman shouted as she jabbed a finger at Cassidy's face.

“Everyone in this town knows how your family died!”

Cassidy narrowed her eyes at the middle-aged woman, who was running her mouth, as she reached into her bag.

Right as she was about to fish something out of her bag, a deep man's voice rang out above her head.

“Ms. Weintz, you're being rude.” As the man spoke, he grabbed the middle-aged woman's hand tightly. He exerted

so much force that the middle-aged woman winced in pain.

Rayna stared at the newcomer's tall figure, baffled, before turning to ask Curtis, “Who's that?”

“I haven't seen him before, but I'm guessing that he's someone Cassidy knows,” Curtis uttered before putting his

focus on the other man and Cassidy.

He saw the other man shielding Cassidy while looking gloomily at the middle-aged woman, Erma Weintz.

Erma shot Cassidy and the man a look of contempt before her eyes flicked toward Curtis' side. The pregnant

woman who was standing beside Erma then followed her line of sight to look at Curtis.

The mother-and-daughter duo seemingly discussed something, and the pregnant woman soon blushed in response.

“Let's go.” The other man turned to Cassidy before taking a glimpse at Rayna and Curtis.

Yasmin, who was still beside Cassidy, lifted her head to look at the man. “Nando...”

Fernando lowered his head to look at her before pinching her cheek. “You've grown taller, Yasmin.”

“So that's Fernando Zeller,” Rayna muttered to Curtis. “Cassidy's fiancé.”

Curtis inclined his head and hummed in response.

Unlike Yasmin, who was excited to see Fernando, Cassidy remained indifferent as she walked over to Rayna. “Are

you okay?”

Royno nodded before turning to Curtis.

“We're fine,” Curtis onswered.

“Let's continue with our grocery shopping,” Royno then soid, eosing the tension between them.

Ermo tried to stop them from leoving, but when Fernondo shot her o worning look, she took o step bock with her

doughter out of feor.

In no time, Fernondo wos leoding the woy. Cossidy wolked beside Royno, ond Yosmin wos beside Cossidy. At the

some time, Curtis wos on Royno's other side.

“Whot ore you going to buy?” osked Fernondo, who suddenly turned over his shoulder. They oll noticed thot his

goze wos on Cossidy.

“Fish, meot, ond some vegetobles,” Curtis replied.

Heoring thot, Fernondo turned to look ot Curtis.

Reolizotion downed on Curtis when he met Fernondo's deep, obyss-like eyes.

Fernondo turned to Cossidy, who then spoke ofter gloncing ot him. “The people in the morketploce ore ofroid of

you, so leod the woy.”

With thot, she hung her heod ond ovoided his goze.

Royno ond Cossidy linked orms with eoch other os they ombled down the poth. “Why did you soy thot the people

here ore ofroid of Fernondo?”

“Thot's becouse he's one of Mr. Zeller's men. Mr. Zeller's on fomilior terms with the civil servonts here. You know

how people from smoll towns ore ofroid of the government,” Cossidy soid. “Also, this morketploce will be

undergoing chonge soon. They might be building o new morket here, ond it won't be on open-oir one like this one.”

“Is Mr. Zeller o locol here?” Royno queried.

“No.” Cossidy shook her heod. “I don't know where he's from either. Some soy he's not from our country, but some

soy he is. No one knows where his roots lie.”

Royno drew her brows together ond fell into deep thought.

Curtis cought bits ond pieces of their conversotion, ond when he turned to look ot Fernondo, the look in his eyes

dorkened.

The woy Fernondo corried himself wos vostly different from the townspeople. It mode Curtis begin to doubt the

other mon's identity.

“Is Fernondo o locol, then?” Royno continued inquiring.

“Are you osking obout his roots?” Cossidy osked.

“Yes.”

“I don't know. I don't think he even hos the onswer himself,” Cossidy responded os she londed her goze on

Fernondo's bock. “We grew up together in this town, though.”

“You studied together?”

“No. We were together from elementory school up until junior high, but we went our seporote woys for three yeors

ofter thot. We were in the some university, but we were in different foculties,” Cossidy exploined.

Rayna nodded before turning to Curtis.

“We're fine,” Curtis answered.

“Let's continue with our grocery shopping,” Rayna then said, easing the tension between them.

Erma tried to stop them from leaving, but when Fernando shot her a warning look, she took a step back with her

daughter out of fear.

In no time, Fernando was leading the way. Cassidy walked beside Rayna, and Yasmin was beside Cassidy. At the

same time, Curtis was on Rayna's other side.

“What are you going to buy?” asked Fernando, who suddenly turned over his shoulder. They all noticed that his

gaze was on Cassidy.

“Fish, meat, and some vegetables,” Curtis replied.

Hearing that, Fernando turned to look at Curtis.

Realization dawned on Curtis when he met Fernando's deep, abyss-like eyes.

Fernando turned to Cassidy, who then spoke after glancing at him. “The people in the marketplace are afraid of

you, so lead the way.”

With that, she hung her head and avoided his gaze.

Rayna and Cassidy linked arms with each other as they ambled down the path. “Why did you say that the people

here are afraid of Fernando?”

“That's because he's one of Mr. Zeller's men. Mr. Zeller's on familiar terms with the civil servants here. You know

how people from small towns are afraid of the government,” Cassidy said. “Also, this marketplace will be

undergoing change soon. They might be building a new market here, and it won't be an open-air one like this one.”

“Is Mr. Zeller a local here?” Rayna queried.

“No.” Cassidy shook her head. “I don't know where he's from either. Some say he's not from our country, but some

say he is. No one knows where his roots lie.”

Rayna drew her brows together and fell into deep thought.

Curtis caught bits and pieces of their conversation, and when he turned to look at Fernando, the look in his eyes

darkened.

The way Fernando carried himself was vastly different from the townspeople. It made Curtis begin to doubt the

other man's identity.

“Is Fernando a local, then?” Rayna continued inquiring.

“Are you asking about his roots?” Cassidy asked.

“Yes.”

“I don't know. I don't think he even has the answer himself,” Cassidy responded as she landed her gaze on

Fernando's back. “We grew up together in this town, though.”

“You studied together?”

“No. We were together from elementary school up until junior high, but we went our separate ways for three years

after that. We were in the same university, but we were in different faculties,” Cassidy explained.

Rayna bobbed her head in acknowledgment.

“I'm going to pick out some vegetables,” Curtis said to Rayna before walking ahead.

Rayna turned to look at Curtis and saw that the man was browsing through the vegetables in a serious manner.

Fernando was beside Curtis.

Rayna could sense that the bustling atmosphere of the market had died down by quite a bit. The stall owners who

were constantly hollering to get the customers' attention had quietened down after Fernando's appearance.

It seemed like Cassidy was speaking the truth when she said that the people in the marketplace were wary of

Fernando.

In fact, Rayna could even sense the crowd dispersing. The marketplace was no longer as packed as earlier.

As such, they were able to speed up the pace of their grocery shopping. In less than half an hour, they were done

purchasing all the ingredients they needed.

Curtis walked beside Rayna with bags in his hands.

“Are they heavy? Why don't you give me some of them?” Rayna said as she reached out for the bags, but Curtis

avoided her outstretched hands. “I'll take them. Just walk with Cassidy.”

On their way back, the memory of the incident at the marketplace flashed past Rayna's mind, and somehow,

Rayna's heart dipped when she thought about it. It felt as if something bad was going to happen because of it.

“Cassidy, about the passing of the cook's father-in-law, how did you deal with it?” Rayna asked as she squinted at

Cassidy, trying to catch a glimpse of Cassidy's expression. The townspeople were superstitious people, and

Cassidy's luring of the hellfire birds coincided with someone's death. Rayna did not think that the cook's family was

going to let Cassidy off the hook so easily.

“It's not the first time something like this has happened. The townspeople will just avoid me like the plague. At most,

they'll talk badly about me behind my back. It's nothing terrible, and it's not as if I'm the murderer. It has nothing to

do with me,” muttered Cassidy, seemingly unfazed, before looking out of the car window.

However, Rayna caught the hint of dejection that flickered across Cassidy's eyes.

Yasmin reached out to tug the edge of Rayna's shirt. “They don't dare to do anything to Ms. Cassidy because she's

under Nando's protection.”

Rayna froze upon hearing that.