Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 487 Serves You Right for Not Recognizing Your Own Wife!

Selena cast a fleeting glance at the incoming message, her gaze then drifting to the mountainous pile of documents on her desk, all awaiting her attention.

She responded to the message with a quick text.

Selena: [I might be a bit late]

Raymond: [Okay.]

Having sent her response, Selena set her phone aside, immersing herself in the paperwork with a newfound determination.

When she finally emerged from the sea of documents, she glanced out the window to find the sky darkening. She was taken aback by the late hour. Swiftly, she picked up her phone again. Four hours had slipped by since her last exchange with Raymond.

A small crease of worry formed on her forehead. Surely, Raymond wasn't still waiting for her?

Selena: [Mr. Montague, where are you at?]

Raymond: [The company]

Inside the office, the air was thick with tension. Earlier in the evening, the executives had reported to Raymond, immediately sensing his foul mood.

As one of them exited the office, he seemed almost shaky, hastily warning a colleague about to enter, "The boss is in a bad mood, tread lightly."

As a result, those who had planned to report that night lost their nerve and dared not enter the office.

this the "a bit late" she was referring

questioning her sense of time. When had he ever waited this long for

message, his irritation ebbed slightly, and he managed to muster the

then, another message

late, how about I see Mr. Montague tomorrow

this, Raymond's anger flared up once

Raymond: [Come now.]

those words, he slowly

Raymond: [As you wish.]

was his curt reply before he stood up, leaving the gift on his desk untouched, and exited

the type of man whose anger made him more composed, never allowing it to distract

returned to town and

almost a given that Alex's calls meant

long fingers gripping the steering wheel firmly. His eyes held the depth of the night, his entire demeanor radiating a calm

it down to find Caterlington in a dark

him a cool glance and then

the gas. However, unexpectedly,

face hardened as

icy look on Raymond's face earlier that evening. But he hadn't anticipated Raymond's car barreling towards him, nearly causing a collision. Had Caterlington not swerved in the nick of

his competitive spirit now fully ignited, as he saw

floored the gas, weaving through the early evening traffic. With a new housing development underway on the outskirts, the road was swarming with

there are trucks aplenty, danger

tonight he was in his sports car, a beast