Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 490 The Debt Remembered—Five More Times

The sincerity in Raymond's demeanor almost had Alex second-guessing himself. Could it be possible that Raymond truly held no feelings for the woman in question?

"Very well, if it's merely a fleeting affair, stop this melancholic drinking," Alex advised.

"I'm not wallowing in self-pity," Raymond retorted, his gaze once again drifting towards Selena.

She was a considerable distance away, her head bowed in deep concentration, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding clamor. A profound sense of melancholy began to creep into Raymond's heart.

"She's not that extraordinary, anyway," Alex couldn't resist a smug grin, his lips curling into an amused smirk.

Regaining his composure, he turned back to Raymond, his expression stern. "Indeed, New York is teeming with women far more beautiful and talented than her."

"Indeed," Raymond agreed, the heaviness in his heart deepening.

placed his glass on the table and leaned back, deliberately avoiding Selena's sight. Unperturbed by the world around her, Selena continued to paint until her masterpiece was complete, then proceeded to pack up her easel. Caterlington leaned in, his curiosity

"Indeed," she confirmed.

eyebrows arching in surprise. He had always known of her talent, but he hadn't expected her to be this exceptional. Her work was strikingly lifelike, adding an unexpected touch of sophistication to his image. "Exquisite work,"

are satisfied, I am

you a significant favor. Merely two pieces, don't you think I'm

concurred and promptly made a promise. "Whenever you require a painting, I shall

and pulled her into a

be necessary," Selena gently extricated herself from his hold. "And you needn't go out

he should seek companionship elsewhere. Caterlington glanced at Raymond, who was lurking in the dimly lit corner, his expression concealed in

well, I won't insist. You may leave at your leisure," he

end of the hallway, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind. Assuming it was Caterlington trailing her, she was about to speak when her wrist was abruptly seized, and she was yanked into

met Raymond's. The room was dimly lit, the

"Mr. Montague?" she

fresh marks. Even