Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 434 Madam Montague

At that moment, Selena crouched on the floor, searching for the ring that had vanished after Raymond's careless toss. She lifted the couch, which she had already scoured underneath once to no avail.

Max, her pet, was playfully prancing around, begging for her attention, but she remained focused on her task. Every corner of the floor had been checked, yet the ring remained elusive. Her spirits sank, eyes reddening-she should have never worn it tonight.

After midnight, the tiny ring seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Selena grew increasingly restless and sat on the couch, dazed and contemplating a sleepless night ahead. That's when she heard Max's bark and there it was the ring, trapped in the crevice of the couch.

A spark of relief ignited in her eyes as she retrieved the treasured piece. She carefully placed it back into the box in her bedroom, where it lay next to a sealed letter. They were both secured under lock and key, along with her notebook. She breathed a sigh of relief but then remembered the row she had with Raymond and how she had sent him away.

But she wasn't about to apologize, not now. After all, it was his fault.

Selena didn't cave this time and let things be.

And so, they were at an impasse for a week until Mrs. Montague, the matriarch of the Montague family, returned.

Mrs. Montague, close to Catherine, was greeted personally by her upon arrival. But Raymond didn't show. Neither did Mr. Montague Sr.

Mrs. Montague exuded elegance in her tasteful gown..

glass of red wine and listened

years, and the boy

don't you worry. I've warned her

didn't stay at the old Montague estate but at Catherine's place, Wolfland. It was a clear sign she wasn't on

on this marriage. Who knows

The maid opened the door to reveal Olivia, staggering

Montague, you're finally back! I missed you so

Montague's face broke into a warm

and let me see how beautiful you've

presented her

latest work. I brought it just

superb one at that. Likely, only the artist himself and she could tell

as

Mr. Butler had gifted this piece to someone. I never imagined it

curled into a

session with him. Getting my hands on this painting was quite a feat. As long as

and

always the charmer. Just like you used to be. Poor Raymond never did cash

face fell as she mentioned that, her eyes welling

Montague. It's my fault. Raymond and I,