Chapter 362


    “I got it.”


    The call ended. Jefferson clenched his phone, sitting on the bed. Let me be selfish for this one time. I


    don’t want to let go of this happiness I fought so much to obtain.


    After waking up, Rayna nced at her phone. I can’t believe it’s almost noon. I must be a pig. Why am


    I such a sleepyhead?


    Quickly washing up, she then went downstairs and smelled the fragrant scent of food. Jefferson was


    preparing lunch in the kitchen.


    Rayna scratched her head and said awkwardly, “I don’t know how I managed to sleep till now. We


    agreed that I would cook today. Why didn’t you wake me up?”


    “You rarely slept in. I couldn’t bear to disturb you,” Jefferson replied with a smile while wearing oven


    mitts, then ced the pot on the dining table. “I went to do the groceries just now and made venison


    soup.”


    “The supermarket around here sells venison?” Rayna asked, surprised.


    “No. I had to go to the market in the southern area to buy it.” Scooping a bowl of soup for her, Jefferson


    continued, “I heard venison soup is good for your health. This is my first time making this, so I don’t


    know how it tastes.”


    “As long as you made it, it must be delicious. I know your cooking skills.” Rayna lifted her bowl and


    blew on the soup before taking a sip. Immediately, she gave Jefferson a thumbs up. “The soup is very


    nice!”


    Jefferson’s eyes twinkled with joy.


    As Rayna had a good appetite that day, she drank five bowls of venison soup and ate two servings of


    spaghetti. Worried that her stomach might burst from eating that much, Jefferson forcefully took away


    her cutleries.


    After lunch, Rayna showed her phone to Jefferson excitedly. “I’m so lucky today! Robert sent me a


    message saying the medicine will be ready in a few days. This is so great!”


    “Yes, I’m also looking forward to it.” Jefferson suppressed his disappointment and mustered a smile.


    Rayna informed him she would be going to the hospital in the afternoon for a check–up, as she had a


    cold womb and her period would ofte.


    However, this time, her period waste by too long. She had been working hard recently, so she was


    worried she would end up with a serious disorder.


    Just when she was about to leave, it started pouring, and the temperature plummeted. As it was


    impossible to go out in this weather, she decided to stay indoors and y games with Jefferson out of


    boredom.


    They yed monopoly, and the winner would get to draw on the loser’s face.


    Rayna was lucky and nevernded any punishments, so she grabbed a pen and drew however she


    wanted on his face.


    Soon, Jefferson’s face was like a painting, and Rayna could not help but guffaw.


    They spent the whole afternoon ying, and when they finished, it was already dark outside.


    Hungry and craving barbecue, Rayna volunteered to make it herself, but the food was all burnt as she


    had set the timing on the oven for far too long. In the end, she could only make two servings of pasta.


    When Rayna finally checked her phone again, she realized she had missed a few calls. It showed that


    it was a local number, and the calls were made in the afternoon.


    She swatted her head and returned the call. “Why do I always put my phone on silent mode? Am I


    getting dementia at such a young age?”


    Yet, no one answered after she called twice. She stared at her phone, confused.


    Arnaud wouldn’t be so free to call and humiliate me every day. It’s probably Jessie’s or James‘ new


    number, but why isn’t anyone picking up?


    Just then, Jefferson walked over with a cup of juice, and his eyes darkened when he nced at her


    phone.


    He ced the cup of juice before her and said, “I just made this. You can sleep well when you drink it.”


    “Oh, sure.”


    Rayna was used to him often offering her food. She lifted the cup and drank the juice without much


    thought, not noticing Jefferson’s intense gaze and the spark in his eyes.


    After drinking the juice, Rayna snuggled into the couch and sent a message to Curtis.


    She had sent around a dozen messages to him during this period, but he replied to none. She had


    thought of calling him, but afraid of disturbing him while he was busy, she dismissed that thought.


    I slept till noon, and yet I’m starting to feel sleepy again. But I don’t really feel like sleeping.


    Rubbing her eyes, Rayna muttered, “I’m a little sleepy. I wonder if it’s because of the rain.”


    Seeing that she kept rubbing her eyes, Jefferson knew the drug was starting to take effect.


    Last night, he had tossed and turned in bed, feeling anxious. He knew Rayna would be leaving him


    once she took the medication at theb in the next few days.


    Even though he had blocked her phone from receiving and sending messages, Curtis would soon call.


    When he went to do his groceries in the morning, he had bought a bottle of hallucinogens from the


    ck market, and just now, he had added a small amount of the drug to Rayna’s juice.


    No matter what, I must make her stay by my side.


    After pondering for a moment, Jefferson discreetly retrieved his phone, turned on the front camera, and


    ced it on the couch. He then moved toward her and sat beside her.


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    “What’s wrong? Are you sleepy?” he asked softly, stroking her cheek.


    “Yes…” As his palm was warm, Rayna could not help but rub her face against it.


    She raised her head, and her blurry vision slowly became clear. She saw the man’s prominent features


    and sharp gaze.


    He was the person she was longing for.


    Rayna’s breath quickened as she didn’t expect Curtis to be here. “Curtis, Curtis, I miss you so much…”


    she murmured while clenching his shirt, afraid he would leave.


    Pain shot through Jefferson’s heart, but upon seeing the love and longing in her eyes, he decided that


    he didn’t mind being someone’s recement as long as he could get her.


    “Belle, I miss you too.” He held the back of her head and leaned in, his breath falling on her face, then


    her lips. Finally, he smashed his lips against hers and lost himself in her sweet taste.


    Rayna arched her neck to kiss him back and wrapped her slender arms around his neck. The air was a


    mix of their breaths.


    Jefferson felt as if he was on fire. He felt thirsty and ufortable.


    He wanted to wrap Rayna in his arms, but the couch was too small. He carried her and hurried


    upstairs, not forgetting to take his phone, which was still recording, along.


    Upon entering the bedroom, Jefferson ced her on the bed before copsing on top of her, kissing


    her arms, earlobe, and flushed face infatuatedly.


    “Belle… Belle…” he called her name. Wanting to feel more of her, he removed her sweater


    aggressively. “I love you.”


    I don’t have anything, but I will be satisfied with just her by my side.


    The fire in Jefferson’s eyes burned brighter as he stroked her flushed, soft skin. He could not help but


    press himself closer to her.


    “Belle, give me a child,” he uttered urgently, his hot breath tickling Rayna’s ear.


    If we have a child, that child will be my priority. I will give her and our child the best and make


    them the happiest people on Earth.


    A burst of warmth welled up in Jefferson, and he tried to kiss her again. But this time, she frowned and


    pushed him away.


    “Y–You’re not Curtis… Let me go…


    “Shh, I am him” Jefferson was worried the drug would have side effects, so he had only put a tiny


    amount in her juice. He didn’t expect her to regain some consciousness and realize he wasn’t Curtis.


    “You’re not!” Rayna shouted, noticing that his smell was different from Curtis‘.