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 of treating

money was nothing more

adore during his overseas trip, only to

past her, exiting the bedroom

he brushed past her, he delivered a biting

Olivia. You are merely a

tears threatened to spill from Selena's eyes, but she resisted

the door, an uneasy knot

He hurled another barb.

taken your

fingertips trembling on the doorknob, her voice trapped

her composure, a vulgar word flashed across her

Her lips trembled uncontrollably.

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

anger, triggering a coughing fit that

the sound of her cough, his body jerked, and he rose

well? Have you

without turning, "I'll remember. There's no need for concern, Mr. Montague. I never intended to bring

abruptly, narrowly

them, his brow furrowed. Was

had declined the gift, so what

the elevator handrail, fearing her