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.

the "a bit late" she was referring

of time. When had he ever waited this long

his irritation ebbed slightly, and he managed to muster the self-control to

message from Selena

[It's gotten a bit late, how about I see

Raymond's anger flared

Raymond: [Come now.]

words, he slowly deleted

Raymond: [As you wish.]

leaving the gift on his desk

smoldered within him. But Raymond was the type of man whose anger made him more composed, never

called, asking if Raymond had returned to town and

a given that Alex's calls

finished his business, Raymond drove to meet him. His wrist was adorned only with a watch, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel firmly. His eyes held the depth of the night, his entire

by a knock on his window. Frowning, he rolled it down to find Caterlington in a dark red suit, who had just tossed a bow tie at him and was now observing him with interest. "Fancy

a cool glance and then rolled the

pressed on the gas.

face hardened as he floored the

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

now fully ignited, as he saw Raymond's

floored the gas, weaving through the early evening traffic. With a new housing

trucks aplenty, danger is

driving, and tonight he was in his sports car, a beast he'd personally souped