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 as she inquired,

mused, "Three years, and the boy hasn't

reassured demurely, "Mom, don't you worry. I've warned her not to have

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

insisted on this

rang. The maid opened the door to reveal Olivia, staggering in with an armful of

Montague, you're finally back! I missed

a warm

dear Olivia. Come here and let me

presented

work. I brought it just for you, knowing how much you

fake, but a superb one at that. Likely, only the artist himself and

gleam appeared in Mrs. Montague's eyes as

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

lips curled into

and it wasn't easy to secure a session with him. Getting my hands on this painting was quite a feat. As long as you're pleased, Mrs. Montague, that's all that matters. It's been ages since we last met, and you're looking even

out a chuckle and affectionately tapped

like you used to be. Poor Raymond never did cash

that, her eyes

don't say that, Mrs. Montague. It's my fault. Raymond and I, we were just