Chapter 349


    “You’re the best, Mom! I’ve always known you dote on me the most,” Rayna said in a piping voice..


    Linda replied, “Save it. It’s not because I feel sorry for you. I’m only acquiescing in your request


    because I’m worried you’ll drag me down and make me the brunt of gossip if no one wants to marry


    you since it’ll be your second marriage. I don’t have the energy to make another dress for Roxanne.”


    “Mom, could you stop harping about how it’s my second marriage-”


    “It’s the truth.”


    It seemed as though Rayna knew she would fail in winning the argument with Linda, considering that


    she stopped talking and went about helping her mother with some housework. A long time passed


    before Curtis saw her appear on the screen again.


    When Rayna noticed that the video was still recording, she gasped and turned beet red. “Oh my gosh! I


    completely forgot to stop recording. It didn’t capture my conversation with Mom just now, did it? No,


    that won’t do. I’ll have to edit that bit lest Mr. Faymon see it.”


    As she muttered under her breath, Linda happened to call her to have her meal. The video ended after


    she responded to her mother.


    Curtis sat on the couch and stared at the camera silently for a long time.


    The forty–minute–long video reyed in his mind again and again. The way Rayna had looked and her


    words stirred a fire within him, and he felt angry and distressed.


    If she loved me so much, why did she take Jefferson’s side without hesitation when a problem arose?


    Was it just because he had nothing and was the weaker one? What did I have, then?


    The memory of that phone call in which she cried because of Jefferson and resolutely decided to


    remain in Frosa, abandoning him, made him seethe with hatred, and his gaze gradually turned icy.


    Curtis tossed the camera carelessly onto the coffee table, then rose to his feet to go upstairs.


    When Lucky saw him get up, it sprang to its feet and followed him while wagging its tail. Its owner


    merely nced at it out of the corner of his eye and kept walking.


    Just like that, the pair went upstairs together.


    Curtis grabbed his robe and went to take a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, the sight of


    Lucky lying quietly on the carpet had him furrowing his brows. He thought of chasing it out of the room,


    but after a moment’s hesitation, he merely stepped over it.


    Since I’m sending it away anyway, I’ll let it lie wherever it wants and do a massive spring cleaningter.


    After he dried his hair with a towel and was about to walk to the bed, he was stunned to spot the light


    gray scarf Rayna had given him during their trip to Jetroina.


    Didn’t I put it in the closet? How did it end up on the bed?


    Curtis stared at the scarf, his gaze reflecting his mixed feelings. Picking it up, he found a dark blue


    Hermès silk scarf underneath it. The other scarf belonged to Rayna.


    For a moment, he was at a loss for words.


    Then, he turned to look toward the puppy lying on the carpet. It gazed at him with wide, innocent eyes


    and wagged its tail. The corners of his mouth twitched as he asked, “Are you testing my temper?”


    Lucky barked at him twice, seemingly unafraid.


    Ignoring it, Curtis threw both scarves onto the nightstand and started attending to some work matters. It


    was an hourter when he finally looked up from his phone..


    He checked the time and saw that it was already after eleven o’clock at night. In ten minutes, it would


    be the start of a new year.


    Even so, a new year won’t bring any changes.


    Curtis prepared to go to bed. As he reached out to turn on themp on his nightstand, his hand


    brushed against the dark blue silk scarf. He hesitated for a moment but still held it in the end.


    Rayna used to have many of her things at his ce. After the breakup, she took away everything,


    leaving only him behind. It puzzled him as to where Lucky managed to get ahold of one of her silk


    scarves.


    She always ties a silk scarf around her neck whenever she wears off–shoulder dresses or low–cut


    tops. Although she has porcin skin, the dark–colored silk scarf wouldn’t age her. Instead, it only


    further enhances her beauty. When I happened to pass by the Department of Regtors or even


    during meetings, there were many times when I saw her talking with a fierce and dazzling aura while


    wearing this exact scarf. Once, it even served as a blindfold tied around my eyes. Despite not being


    able to see, I could feel the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers and smell her faint fragrance. What


    brand was that perfume? Was it Bvlgari or Miu Miu?


    As Curtis held the silk scarf up to his nose and breathed in the smell of her scent mixed with the


    fragrance she wore, he could not help thinking that if he knew the perfume’s brand, he would acquire it


    and force it to cease production of that perfume. I’ll make it so that she can never buy it anymore so as


    to avoid any chance of thinking of her whenever I smell that perfume.


    The thoughts running through his mind made his heart ache, filling him with a sense of love and hatred


    at the same time.


    The second he closed his eyes, he recalled how she would snuggle in his armsnguidly. He did not


    know where she picked it up, but she had a bad habit of yfully pressing on his Adam’s apple while


    looking utterly innocent.


    Despite his resentment, he could not stop his heart from aching at the thought of her being all alone in


    the cold weather of Frosa. After trying to suppress his emotions for some time, he still reached for his


    phone.


    The call went through quickly, and Jeremy’s voice rang out. “Curtis, I heard from Mr. Tylinski that you’re


    not going to the Faymon residence for New Year’s Eve dinner tonight. Do you want me and Wyatt to go


    over and hang out with you?”


    After grunting a word of acknowledgment, Curtis replied, “There’s no need for that. I’ve already eaten.


    I’m calling you about something else.”


    “Is it regarding Ms. Gand?”


    Curtis frowned upon hearing Jeremy’s spot–on guess. “Why would you think that? You haven’t seen


    me for some time, so how would you know what I’m thinking?”


    “You’re always calm when you’re angry. You prefer having some time alone to gather yourself before


    contacting us. I asked Mr. Tylinski, and he said you’ve been very busy these few days. I knew you


    wanted to use your work to distract yourself from thinking about your family’s affairs and what


    happened with Ms. Gand,” Jeremy answered.


    He continued after a brief pause, “Also, you may not have realized it, but Ms. Gand holds a special


    ce in your heart. She has been affecting your emotions, and a few of your emotional turmoils have


    been because of her.”


    His analysis silenced Curtis, who wondered whether things were as he had said.


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    Does Rayna really mean that much to me? Now that I think about it, I suppose it’s true. Otherwise, I


    wouldn’t miss her so much after our breakup.


    Curtis reached up and massaged his temples. After some time, he finally said, “Jefferson’s been


    poisoned. He’s in critical condition, and there’s no saying if he’ll even live for another year. Rayna took


    him to Frosa.”


    Jeremy was somewhat agitated when he heard that. “Did she break up with you because of this?”


    “Yes.”


    “I’m guessing she only became soft–hearted toward Jefferson because she knows something,” Jeremy


    reasoned. “After all, Ms. Gand’s feelings for you are as clear as day to us.”


    “We promised to face any problems together.”


    Jeremy questioned, “Well, have you stopped to consider her feelings? She knows about your


    rtionship with Jefferson, so she must feel bad too. One is her ex–boyfriend, while the other is her


    fiancé. She’s not cold- blooded, so there’s no way she could bear to watch you attack Jefferson. By the


    way, I’m curious how your mother wound up at the Faymon residence.”


    “I checked with my dad about it. He said he received an anonymous letter and contacted her via


    phone,” Curtis replied, having already asked Alfred about Sandy’s visit to the Faymon residence.


    “Did you get Wyatt to look into it?”


    Curtis narrowed his eyes as he responded coldly, “There’s no need to investigate. Arnaud was the one


    who sent it. He wanted me to learn the truth, then use me to kill Jefferson.”


    “How vicious of him,” Jeremy uttered. “There are many ways he could’ve used to get rid of Jefferson.


    Why did he have to drag you into it? Don’t tell me he thinks Aploth is his territory too.”


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