His Precious Love

Chapter 516

He took a deep breath and said, “Rayna, I know well of your personality. Both of us need to calm down.”

Rayna snapped, “I am calm. Can't you let me get married peacefully and give birth to my children someplace? After I deliver these babies, I'd rather them address Jefferson as their daddy.”

Curtis was stumped.

An urge to strangle Rayna washed over him.

Grimacing in silence, he left the hotel while carrying her in his arms. Rayna continued to struggle in his embrace. She panicked when she was reminded that the wedding ceremony would be on live broadcast and reporters would be swarming the hospital entrance.

“Curtis, put me down! There could be reporters outside. You may not care about your reputation, but I do!”

“No one will dare to take a picture of us.”

Seeing she was about to be carried out of the hospital, Rayna anxiously buried her face in his arms. Her heart raced as she thought fearfully about how the media would falsely publish articles about her.

However, when she secretly looked up, she noticed there weren't any reporters outside the hospital, and only a car was stopped on the roadside.

Rayna was rendered speechless. Only such a short time has passed. How efficient are his subordinates?

After he carried her into the car, Rayna uttered while wearing an icy expression, “Can you stop messing around? I'm in a hurry to get married!”

Curtis ignored her and ordered the driver to bring them back to the Faymon residence.

Rayna's expression grew darker when she heard that. She was on the verge of breaking down. “Curtis, can you please let me go? Do you really think these children are related to you simply because you contributed a sperm?”

Curtis kept his temper in check and didn't mind her remark. He merely glanced at her coldly.

“Curtis, I'm going to sue you for kidnapping me! Stop the car. I want to get out! Do you hear me, Curtis? Quit staying silent and let go of me!” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Regardless of how she struggled or scolded him, Curtis remained indifferent and held on to her.

In the end, Rayna got tired of chiding him.

When they reached the Faymon residence, Curtis carried her out of the vehicle and entered the house after the housekeeper opened the door.

Alfred and Sandy had returned. Alfred had even gathered a group of housekeepers, cheerfully

describing to them how domineering and heroic Curtis had acted by going to the church to win back Rayna during her wedding.

When he turned around and saw Curtis carrying Rayna into the house, Alfred immediately got up from the couch.

“You're back?”

“Help me, Old Mr. Faymon!” Rayna cried for help when she saw Alfred. “Mr. Faymon is abducting me!”

Alfred's heart softened. He cleared his throat and pretended to be mad. “What are you doing, Curtis? How could you treat Rayna like this? Hurry up and put her down, or I won't forgive you!”

“She's pregnant with a triplet.” After saying that, Curtis carried Rayna upstairs.

Alfred and Sandy were stunned. They stood in a daze for a long while.

“Did you hear what Curtis just said?” Alfred turned to look at Sandy in shock. Even his voice trembled as he spoke. “R-Rayna is pregnant, not to mention she's carrying a triplet?”

Sandy nodded blankly. “I-I think so.”

“Oh my goodness!” Alfred's heart pounded heavily and rapidly as he almost passed out in utter delight.

“Ah, Dad!” Sandy hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

After entering the study, Curtis locked the door behind him and took out his phone to make a call.

“Come to the Faymon residence.”

Right after he put Rayna down, she impatiently rushed to open the door.

Unfortunately, Curtis was standing in front of the door, and he wouldn't budge no matter how forcefully she pushed him. She glared at him while gritting her teeth. “There's no meaning to this. Get out of my way, Curtis!”

“Let's talk, Rayna.”

Since they were back home, Curtis wasn't worried Rayna would escape. He undid the buttons of his shirt with one hand to breathe better while asking her, “You saw the news spread by the media about my marriage with Wendella previously, didn't you?”

“How is that my problem? Move aside!”

Curtis understood Rayna too well. He knew she cared about the news just by observing the slight changes in her expression. It'll be easy for me to explain myself if she still cares.

He elaborated patiently, “She deliberately let out that information and hired some media members to spread the news. At that time, I was truly infuriated by you and thought these children belonged to Jefferson, so I allowed Wendella to do as she pleased.

“I'm not in any relationship with her. We're only putting on a facade of being together because I need her father's connections. You're also well aware of Theodore's matter. I don't have any other choice because it is tough to deal with the Xavier and Young families.”

Rayna remained unfazed even after listening to his account. “These things happened so long ago. I don't need you to explain anything to me. There's no need for you to do this.”

“There is. I know there are some misunderstandings between us, so I must clarify things with you. After Vivi suffered the miscarriage, I discussed terms with her and compensated her monetarily. I thought that would solve the problem, but she targeted you while I was abroad. Also, I went overseas to deal with Theodore's matter. I wasn't allowed to bring a phone there, so I wasn't immediately informed when you were in trouble. That was undoubtedly my mistake for not preparing a backup number at the company.”

“I said that's not important anymore. I don't need your explanation,” Rayna suddenly yelled at him hysterically. Anguish filled her chest when she was reminded of the sufferings she had gone through previously. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she couldn't stop herself from crying. “Stop explaining. I don't want to listen to these. I really don't.”

She was always met with disappointments whenever she harbored hope. If he genuinely cares about me, why is he always missing when I need him? Does he know how upset and disheartened I was at that time?

Curtis felt heart-wrenching pain, looking at the tears streaming down Rayna's cheeks. He pulled her into his embrace and said, “I'm sorry. I haven't been calm enough recently and have allowed so many misunderstandings to happen between us. The unfortunate incidents that befell Theodore and Jasmine took me by surprise. I wasn't able to handle the matters inside and outside the country well. Not only was I swamped, but I also had to put my guard up against the Xavier family.”

“Stop talking.” Tears wet his shirt as Rayna whimpered. “I'm telling you not to speak further.”

I'm about to begin a new life, so why does he have to disturb me now? I don't need this late apology from him!

“If I don't tell you, you'll never know what I'm doing every day or if I care about you.” He held her tightly while smelling her unique scent, prompting a sense of serenity to creep into his heart. “I suppose Gabriel told you about what happened to Jasmine? She's now in a vegetative state. The doctor said she might wake up or remain in that condition for the rest of her life.”

Sensing her shivering body, he stroked her back to comfort her. “We didn't dare to let the doctor inform Theodore about this terrible outcome. Unexpectedly, something bad happened to Theodore as well afterward. I was beside Theodore when he argued with Old Mr. Xavier. You know, when Theodore aimed the gun at his heart and pulled the trigger, my body turned cold, and I immediately leaped forward...”

Curtis closed his eyes as he couldn't bring himself to replay that scene in his head.

At that time, he had assumed Theodore's father scolding Theodore would be the worst-case scenario, and they would be able to return to the country successfully afterward. Curtis never anticipated Barnaby to provoke Theodore.

Curtis had known Theodore for so many years and had never thought the latter would end his own life with a gun.

Curtis continued, “We hurriedly sent Theodore to the hospital and waited outside the operating room for two hours. The doctor told us Theodore would've died on the spot if the bullet's trajectory weren't off course. My mind was blank when I stayed outside the ward that day. I even blamed Theodore for losing his composure and wondered why he had to argue with Old Mr. Xavier.”