Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 190: A Drunken State of Mind

The other side of this presidential suite was now vacant, and they were the only two people on this floor. The overhead lights made Selena's skin look exceptionally fair, her eyes shining brightly, and he wondered how long she had been waiting here.

"There is indeed something I need to discuss with you, Mr. Montague. May I come in and sit for a while?"

Raymond raised an eyebrow. It was late at night, and she was waiting for him outside his hotel room, and she had previously painted a portrait of him.

His eyes squinted slightly, contemplating whether to refuse. After all, he wanted to keep his distance. Selena was worried that he would reject her, and this matter couldn't be explained in a short time. Misunderstandings had arisen with Ms. Montague, and she needed to explain everything step by step.

Raymond took the room key card and opened the door. Selena followed behind him, smelling the cold wood scent on him and a faint aroma of alcohol. The space seemed to have become cramped, and she realized belatedly that she had taken the initiative.

Knocking on someone's door seems a bit inappropriate. But the phone rang again at this moment, still calls from business partners.

received two more calls, all messages about cancellations of orders. After all the preparation work she had done, communicating with suppliers in advance,

also been severely

Montague family but also quite skilled in

revealing his collarbone. Raymond, in whatever appearance, always has the ability to amaze people. Selena couldn't take her eyes off of him,

"Speak. What's the matter?"

sleeves on his wrist, exposing his slender wristbones. He sat opposite her, with an elegant

the scent of alcohol made Selena inexplicably tipsy. It felt as if

her gaze fall on his wrist, still carrying a hint of admiration. "Selena?" Selena snapped back to reality

your injury completely healed?" referring to the injury

words, so being interrupted like this made Selena feel a bit awkward, and she coughed

to play his girlfriend before. Now that Mr. Ashford has a new girlfriend, Ms. Montague thinks that I have ulterior

no expression, probably because the alcohol was taking effect, and he slightly tilted