Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 493 If It's Money You Like, I Can Give It to You

Raymond drew her into a firm embrace. "Does Caterlington's company truly bring you such joy? Is he not lavish in his treatment of his companions? Why then, have you not secured a villa from him? You appear even more gaunt than before." His hand audaciously tightened around her waist.

In response, Selena's fingers trembled with fury, yet she refrained from retaliating. She inhaled deeply, reaching for her jacket with the intention of departing without uttering a word.

Raymond, however, was not prepared to release her, encircling her from behind with his arms.

"If it's money you desire, I can provide it."

His declaration ignited an explosive reaction.

Selena's expression froze over, and she forcefully pushed him away.

Retreating a step, Raymond's frustration was now evident.

He had enjoyed the previous night and was prepared to treat her with kindness.

Did she truly believe herself to be some precious rarity?

His face turned icy. "Do not scorn the hand that feeds you."

Too incensed to speak, Selina managed a bitter laugh. "Indeed, I am the one at fault here, Mr. Montague. I'm exhausted. May I take my leave now?"

Her laughter was tinged with a resignation so profound that merely looking at his face stirred turmoil within her.

Olivia, he dictated the terms, and his idea

was nothing more

had finally procured something he believed she would adore during his overseas trip, only to be met with such an unforeseen, disdainful response. A

her, exiting the

brushed past her,

for Olivia.

moment, a deluge of tears threatened to spill from Selena's eyes, but she resisted

the door, an uneasy knot formed in Raymond's

He hurled another barb.

you taken your

on the doorknob, her voice trapped behind

word

Her lips trembled uncontrollably.

his chair, remarking casually, "Ensure you take it. I have

overtaken by anger, triggering a coughing fit that tasted

her cough, his body jerked, and he rose

well? Have

no need for concern, Mr. Montague. I

abruptly, narrowly

his brow furrowed. Was she

declined the gift, so what reason did she have to

the elevator handrail, fearing her