His Precious Love novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Uncle Curtis Has Curly Eyelashes

Everyone in the room exchanged glances. None had any intention of drinking. “If you’re feeling too tired to drink by yourselves, I can always have men help with that,” said Curtis.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen servers filed into the room and stood behind Curtis in a straight line.

Steven knew that none of them would be allowed to leave the room tonight unless they finished all the alcohol. D*mn you, Jason. ”Come on, bottoms up. You guys don’t intend on spending the night here, do you?” he said in a low voice.

With Steven taking the lead, the rest picked up the bottles and started drinking, with everyone trying to fight for the red wine first. The room became lively again, just as when Rayna first entered.

Jason had no choice but to drink as well.

On the other hand, Rayna had been hanging around Curtis since his arrival. She hadn’t spoken a word until now and was watching coldly as the crowd drank.

She had no reason to stand up for these people when she had Curtis to back her up.

“What happened?”

“What?” Rayna was snapped out of her reverie.

Is there something on my face? She reached out to touch her cheeks when she saw Curtis staring. Blood was trickling down her face as Jason’s slap had reopened her wound.

“Jason slapped me just now—Ugh!” Rayna stopped mid-sentence as her stomach roiled. She quickly covered her mouth and stumbled her way to the restroom.

She started throwing up the moment she reached the toilet bowl and instantly felt better after she was done.

Curtis wheeled himself over and handed her a piece of tissue. “Upset stomach?”

“I-I’m fine now.” Rayna never expected him to enter the stall when she herself couldn’t stand the stink of vomit. She said awkwardly, “You shouldn’t be here, Mr. Faymon. It’s dirty.”

“It’s fine.” Curtis reached out to flush the toilet so she wouldn’t have to get up. “I’ll help you clean your face. It’s bleeding.”

Rayna blushed.

Is there really a need for that? Oh, this is so awkward.

However, Curtis had already poured makeup remover onto a cotton pad before she could even reject his advances. She stood around awkwardly as Curtis carefully removed her makeup.

“Why did you apply makeup when your face is wounded?”

“I wanted to make myself presentable since I’m supposed to meet up with Mr. Owen today.” Rayna backed away to avoid coming into contact with Curtis. “Mr. York gave me some patches. He told me I could apply makeup once I put it on.”

Curtis’ mood darkened. “You didn’t manage to meet up with Mr. Owen?” he asked.

“No. I took the bus since it was raining cats and dogs today.” Rayna’s temper flared at the mention of that. “I even called to inform Mr. Owen that I might be late. He said he would wait for me. However, when I arrived at the hotel on a borrowed mountain bike, the server told me he had already left. And I wasn’t even late! It was so frustrating. I was left with no choice but to visit Mr. Steven.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Rayna pursed her lips. “It’s my job anyways. Moreover, Mr. Owen is a big shot. I thought reaching out to other VIPs would be easier if he bought Faymon Group’s shares.”

Curtis paused a moment.

“Mr. Faymon, did I say anything wrong?” Rayna looked at him in confusion and asked.

He didn’t know what had gotten into him when he kissed her. He just had the strong urge to pull her into his arms when his gaze landed on her lips, unraveling his deepest desires.

“Rayna, I…”

“Let’s just pretend nothing happened just now.” Rayna held out her palm to stop him from speaking, her cheeks red with embarrassment. “Thank you for removing my makeup, Mr. Faymon.”

Curtis watched with displeasure as she fled the restroom.

Meanwhile, the crowd had reached their limits with the alcohol while Rayna and Curtis were in the restroom. They had thrown up multiple times, but there were still more than a dozen bottles of vodka left on the table.

It was all Steven’s and Jason’s fault.

Upon Curtis’ return, they rushed up and begged for mercy. Some of the women were even weeping at this point.

“I’ll let you guys off since everyone seems really drunk.” Curtis swept his eyes over their faces. “You may leave on one condition.”

With that said, his gaze landed on Jason. “Mr. Jason looks drunk. Everyone give him a slap each to wake him up.”

“Mr. Faymon, I’m still your cousin even if I offended Ms. Garland earlier.” Jason was losing his cool. “My dad is your uncle. How dare you get these people to slap me?”

It was utterly humiliating!

Curtis sneered as he brushed his fingers over his wheelchair’s armrest. “You were saying I was just a dog to the Faymon family and am not worthy of being a Faymon earlier. Why are you calling me family now? I feel disgusted to be your cousin.”

Curtis decided not to hold back anymore. “Don’t think you can get away with this scot-free when you insulted me and slapped my woman. Jason, I’m teaching you a lesson in your father’s place. Either you stand there and receive a tight slap from everyone here, or I’ll force-feed you the rest of the alcohol on the table.”