His Precious Love

Chapter 553

Rayna immediately turned her head toward the tourist and questioned, “Did you perhaps mistake her for someone else?”

The tourist thought about it and answered confidently, “I'm sure I'm not mistaken! I boarded the ship with her at the same time. When I saw her sobbing, I took a couple more glances at her. She was petite but pretty. Just as we were about to step onto the ship, she suddenly left the way she came. When I heard someone scream, I turned around and saw her falling into the sea.”

Rayna felt as though her heart had been stabbed when she heard that.

Her body wobbled as she paled.

Curtis managed to catch her before she fell. Realizing her limbs had turned ice cold, he asked the person in charge to bring him a blanket. “No need to worry. I've asked for help.” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“It's all my fault. It's all my fault...” Her teeth were chattering as she spoke chokingly. “I-If I had been smarter and asked Wyatt about what happened, they wouldn't have misunderstood each other.”

Upon receiving the blanket from the person in charge, Curtis wrapped her body with it.

Then, he let her lay against his chest as he comforted her gently, “This isn't your fault, Rayna. Even if you had talked to Wyatt, the mastermind would've still devised a plan to mess with their relationship.”

Her shoulders moved as she sobbed quietly. “Why didn't Jessie board the ship right away? Why did

she jump into the ocean? She wouldn't kill herself...”

While I don't know what was going through Jessica's mind, I know she won't just commit suicide. Even if she had a realization while trying to escape, it'd be more likely for her to look for Wyatt at the hospital or go to a police station. As Curtis lamented, he surveyed his surrounding with his sharp eyes.

Aside from the ticket counter, there were barely any other surveillance cameras at the port. Usually, the employees there were the ones who kept their eyes on everything going on in the place.

There were very few people around early in the morning. So, no one knew the complete truth behind Jessica's act of jumping into the sea.

“Listen to me, Rayna.” Curtis held Rayna's cheeks and stared at her. “It's possible she's doing fine because the search and rescue team hasn't found her body yet. However, it'll take time for her to be located, whether dead or alive. And if she is alive, how do you expect to meet her if anything happens to you while you're waiting?”

Rayna's vision was blurred by her tears. However, her hope was reignited when she heard what he said. “Is she really going to be okay? I-I won't cry, then.”

Upon wiping her tears away, she tried to lift her spirit. “I'll wait for her here.”

“No, you're too tired. You need rest.” Curtis could tell she was on the brink of a mental breakdown.

She'll definitely collapse if the news she waited for turns out to be a bad one. As he thought, he carried her away and consoled her, “I'll send you back home first to rest. Once I receive news regarding Jessica, I'll inform you immediately.”

Rayna struggled, looking as though she had something to say.

Hence, he spoke before she could. “I know you're worried about Jessica. However, you're not the only one here concerned about their friend. Wyatt's fate remains unknown, yet I chose to drive you here. You need to think about me too, Rayna.”

Raising her head, she saw his exhausted countenance.

At that moment, she decided to stop being willful. Curtis was already worrying about Theodore, and now that Wyatt's in a critical condition, I bet he's feeling much more upset than me.

She hugged his neck obediently and allowed him to carry her down the ship.

When her line of sight landed on her bump, she pursed her pale lips and asked, “Am I heavy?”

“Heavier than the last time.” Curtis uttered in a deep voice, “It's only natural that you're getting heavier as your pregnancy progresses. I'd be worried if you're not.”

“I'm worried you'll lose your balance because I'm too heavy and drop me—”

“I won't,” he interrupted. “I'm confident in my arm strength.”

“You won't say that once I'm seven or eight months pregnant.”

“Then I'll work out hard so I can carry you when you don't want to walk.”

Rayna giggled twice before she realized she shouldn't be talking about that with Curtis.

Thus, she decided to keep mum.

When they arrived at the car, he settled her in the backseat and grabbed a blanket from the storage box before draping it over her. “Sleep. I'll let you know when we arrive home.”

“Mm-hm.” Rayna was exhausted. After all, so many things happened in a short few hours.

Therefore, she fell asleep fairly quickly, especially when the car's temperature was comfortable.

Curtis couldn't help but occasionally glance at the sleeping Rayna through the rearview mirror.

When he passed by a traffic light, he decided to turn around. Morning is arriving soon, and I'll probably disturb Carl if I send her back to her place now. I may as well bring her to my place instead.

Upon arriving at his residence, he carried her upstairs and into the bedroom.

The moment Rayna lay on the bed, she abruptly opened her eyes, though she clearly still hadn't woken up completely.

Curtis coaxed, “Just sleep. I'll wake you up if I receive any news.”

While her eyes were on the verge of shutting completely, she still grabbed onto his shirt tightly and mumbled, “She's not in the wrong, so don't hurt her.”

Smiling resignedly, Curtis tucked her hand under the blanket. “I know. I'll keep you company here.”

Then he closed the curtains to block out the sunlight.

Rayna struggled for a few more moments before she fell asleep in the cozy darkness.

Seeing that her eyebrows were still tightly knitted, he couldn't help but ease her eyebrows with his hand. Then he kissed her cheek tenderly. It's only natural that she's so anxious after what happened.

Carefully, he stepped out of the room and shut the door.

When Curtis turned to the windows, he saw the sun rising from the horizon and realized it was around six in the morning already.

What happened during the early morning felt like a dream to him.

As he descended the stairs, he called Kristie to ask her about the situation. “How is it going over there?”

“Wyatt's doing fine after Jeremy brought a doctor to treat him.” Kristie paused before continuing, “However, Jeremy said Wyatt still needs proper treatment due to severe injuries.”

Curtis was relieved to hear that. “Mm-hm. Take good care of him, then.”

“Is Rayna all right?”

“She'll be fine with me by her side. Just help Jeremy out if he needs support. Oh yeah, has Wyatt's assistant left yet?”

“No, he's still in the hospital taking care of stuff.”

Without delay, Curtis hung up the phone and called Wyatt's assistant.

Rayna felt a little hot when she woke up. Then she realized the curtains to the room's window were closed.

Because of that, she couldn't tell what time it was.

She tidied her hair with her hand and left the bedroom hurriedly before realizing she was in Curtis' residence.

After heading downstairs, she saw him sitting on the couch, talking to someone on the phone.

Upon hearing someone descending the stairs, Curtis turned and saw her walking barefoot. He frowned, exchanged a few more words with the person on the phone, and ambled toward Rayna. “Why aren't you wearing any slippers?”

It was then she realized she was barefooted. “I didn't wear them because the room was too dark for me to locate them.”

Then, panickily, she inquired, “Have they found Jessie yet?”

“Not yet.” He grabbed a pair of slippers, approached her, squatted down, and put them on for her. “Earlier, I sent people to locate her with the search and rescue team. Even after they combed through the surrounding areas three times, they still didn't find her.”