Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 17 Why Would You Anyway?

Selena was wet to the skin, her long hair almost dripping water. She had no shoes on and was standing on the floor, her ankles crumpled tight. Her toes were chubby and fair with neatly trimmed nails. As she was so nervous, she curled up her toes subconsciously.

Raymond glanced at her meaningfully, closed his laptop, and sneered, "Honey? You don't even bother to hide your agenda anymore?" Noticing his gaze, Selena lowered her head to look at herself only to find that even the outline of her underwear was clearly visible under the light. Her face was pale at first, and now it instantly turned utterly red. Embarrassed, she fled back into the bathroom.

Raymond figured that she was playing hard-to-get, and he wasn't at all interested in playing along. He took the laptop and files aside, stood up, and was about to leave. Just then, the photos inside the files floated out and fell to the floor slowly.

Before he bent down, the bathroom door was pushed open.

There were no spare clothes for her at his place. Selena wrapped herself in a bath towel and tied up her wet hair high, her entire face revealing. Her tone and movements were much more disciplined than before. "Mr. Montague, I'm sorry for what happened."

She lowered her head and took out the card she had prepared. "I'll get you a new room and pay for all your spiritual loss."

Raymond thought, 'I saved her from Joseph, but she wasn't grateful at all.

'I'm not at all interested in her, the woman who has offended me greatly.

'I'm being generous enough not to snap.'

"Spiritual loss?"

repeated, wanting to make sure he heard

clutched the towel with one hand, slowly straining her hand due to

things ready to say, yet her mind went blank

let go. Memories kept flooding back

that Raymond hadn't known about her identity

you're saying this on purpose to get my

Raymond sized her up.

think I'm interested in

tell Joseph that she was his wife. Yet now, she acted like she wanted nothing to do with him. In his mind, she was

one by one. Then he saw the last

and picked it

when she was about to hand it over, she

was the villa she

photo for a long

frowned when he saw her clutching the phone in

that he was displeased, she snapped back to her senses and gave him the photo back. "Mr. Montague, I get it that you aren't interested in me. Why would you anyway? But tonight's incident is indeed my fault. If