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.

his idea of treating her well was to have someone purchase

was nothing more than trivial

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

her, exiting the bedroom

her, he delivered

was intended for Olivia. You are merely

Selena's eyes, but

the door,

He hurled another barb.

taken your

fingertips trembling on the doorknob, her voice trapped behind a wall

her composure, a vulgar word flashed

Her lips trembled uncontrollably.

her silence as intimidation, Raymond slouched back into his chair, remarking casually, "Ensure you take it. I have no desire for unexpected children." "Cough, cough,

anger, triggering a coughing

the sound of her cough, his body

well? Have you

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

door shut abruptly, narrowly

brow furrowed. Was

so what reason

elevator handrail, fearing her legs might