Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 445 Which the Dark Shadows Hide

"Mr. Montague, I'm going to put down the hairdryer," Selena said.

Raymond released her as she did so.

Selena hung the hairdryer back in the bathroom and when she returned, she noticed a small blister between his fingers.

Fortunately, she had picked up some ointment for knee treatment when she visited the hospital today.

She took out the ointment, dabbed a little on her fingertip, grabbed his hand, placed her fingertip on his finger, and slowly began to massage it.

Raymond hadn't paid attention to her actions until he detected the scent of the ointment at the tip of his nose.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he looked up at her.

However, Selena wasn't looking at him; she was earnestly focusing on the injured spot.

Once finished, she withdrew her hand and wiped off the remaining ointment from her fingertip.

Raymond asked her, "Did you really come all the way to Ridgefield because you couldn't let go of that man?"

Selena paused, letting out a sigh.

"I came here for work. Mr. Rockefeller told me today that someone canceled an order, and two more tail orders came out. I came here to pick out the best quality batch and had the workers send it to New York." After hearing this, Raymond felt much more at ease.

"But what about you, Mr. Montague? Why did you suddenly come to Ridgefield in the middle of the night without Mr. Walker?"

"There was a problem with the last project; I came to talk to the person in charge."

a problem with the project, the person in charge here wouldn't have Raymond come down

from this reason, she couldn't

while and spent a large amount of time

her wrist and

she must have worn long pants

tolerance

applied some

let go of her

in bed, she suddenly wondered if Raymond wanted

was too

thought barely crossed her mind before a wave

the time Raymond came to the side of the bed, she

the other hand, was somewhat restless, even beginning to ponder why he had come to Ridgefield in the first

but the coolness from the ointment

down, he stared

bed made him feel an unfamiliarity from the depths of

with her, there had

her sleeping face. He was just about to reach out and caress her when his

frown formed instinctively

call was from Paul, his voice

tenth of the draft papers. Your brother, the kind who sticks to the rules, probably wouldn't have had an early romance. I'm currently looking into his data from four years of university, but

it was nearly four in the morning. Paul had been

you not

his hand

above that a group of people overseas are also looking into your brother's affairs. Everyone is now quite certain that he must have passed that thing on to someone, possibly as part of his research findings. But no one dares to spread the