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?"

to make

hand, slowly straining her hand due to nervousness, causing the towel to crumple. Perhaps the drug had yet

say, yet her mind went blank when she looked up at Raymond and

kissed him, refusing to let go. Memories kept flooding

hadn't known about her identity yet given his

short of money? Or you're

Raymond sized her up.

makes you think I'm interested

his wife. Yet now, she acted like she wanted nothing to do

one by

and picked it

hand it

the villa she

she held the photo for a long time, not giving it back to

her clutching the

"Mr. Montague, I get it that you aren't interested in me. Why would you anyway? But