Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 494 He Almost Wished Money was What She Wanted

Grace offered Selena a fleeting glance before quickly averting her gaze. Selena's life choices were, after all, none of her business. Without a word of acknowledgment, Grace joined the group of waiting executives and stepped into the elevator. A waiter approached Selena with a cautious air, asking, "Can I help you, miss?" Selena merely shook her head and hobbled away, ignoring the throbbing pain in her body and the ache in her knee. She hailed a cab back to Ashbourne Manor, collapsing into bed the moment she arrived home.

Fiona didn't dare question why Selena hadn't returned the previous night. Selena had never been one to enjoy visiting Ashbourne Manor. Hoping to aid in Selena's recovery, Fiona decided to prepare some soup.

Meanwhile, Grace frowned as she entered the elevator. The realization that she was in the same hotel where Raymond was staying, and that Selena had just left, struck her.

Deep down, she didn't want to believe that Raymond was responsible for the bruises marring Selena's skin. He wasn't that type of man. But then again, who in the Montague family truly knew Raymond? Ignoring her better judgment, she dialed his number.

Raymond was slumped on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the documents spread out on the table before him. Since Selena's departure, he hadn't absorbed a single word, consumed by an indescribable restlessness. "Raymond, where are you?" Grace asked.

"At the hotel," he replied curtly.

A sense of unease washed over Grace, prompting her to rush to his room. Raymond appeared presentable and aloof, surrounded by documents, not at all resembling someone capable of harming a woman as Selena had been. The marks on Selena's neck were clearly visible, and for every mark Grace saw, she feared there were more hidden.

Even when Raymond was with his family, he rarely spoke. His presence alone was commanding. Now, beneath his eyes was a hint of red, as if he'd enjoyed the previous night.

anything you

the living room for anything amiss but found nothing unusual. She refrained from venturing into the bathroom, aware that Raymond, a stickler for

narrowed, but he

been through. I hope it wasn't

glinted in his deep eyes. His face was still stunningly handsome, but

kind of person do you think I

brows. She really couldn't

so brightly that Raymond was

been particularly lengthy, but he'd grown up under the watchful eye of

still in charge, he

want Raymond in the crosshairs - after all, there were already Montagues serving higher powers - so the credit

saw a reflection of his own fiery youth during his times in the

the marks on Selena were his doing.

his voice cool and detached as he casually

clear message: