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.

hours, was this the "a bit late" she was referring

himself questioning her sense of time. When

her message, his irritation ebbed slightly, and he managed

message from Selena

how about I see

this, Raymond's anger flared up once

Raymond: [Come now.]

those words, he slowly deleted

Raymond: [As you wish.]

curt reply before he stood up, leaving the gift on

was the type of man whose anger made him more composed, never

Raymond had returned to town and if he was up

was almost a given

with a watch, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel firmly. His eyes held the depth of the night, his entire

waiting at a red light, he was startled by a knock on his window. Frowning, he rolled it down to find Caterlington in a dark red suit,

and then rolled the window

pressed on the gas. However, unexpectedly, a car-Caterlington's-cut in front of

hardened as he floored

anticipated Raymond's car barreling towards him, nearly causing a collision. Had Caterlington not swerved in the nick of time, he would've been rear-ended

ignited, as he

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

aplenty,

he was in his sports