Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 509 What Makes You Think I Like Her?

"Understood," he said, retracting his hand with an air of indifference. "You may leave now."

The doctor departed, leaving behind a cloud of confusion. It was evident that this man harbored feelings for the woman in question. Could it be that Raymond Montague, of the esteemed Montague lineage, was unaware of his own affections? But, not daring to overstep his boundaries, the doctor retreated, his heart pounding with apprehension.

Raymond remained seated in the downstairs area, not wanting to venture elsewhere. The prospect of facing Alex or Paul with his swollen face was a surefire way to become the laughingstock of a lifetime.

He sat there until the break of dawn, his body chilled to the bone, and the fire within him extinguished. Only then did he retreat to the solitude of his room.

Upon opening the door, he was met with silence. He had assumed she had left, having the option to discreetly exit through the underground parking.

However, as he entered the bedroom to change his clothes, he noticed a lump on the bed, causing him to freeze in his tracks. He had stormed out of his room, yet it was this woman who had comfortably spent the night there.

The anger that had just subsided surged back in an instant. He strode forward, intent on yanking off her covers. If she wished to sleep, she could retreat to her own quarters.

But before his hand made contact with the blanket, he halted at the sight of her petite face peeking out, her chin now sharpened from weight loss. After a moment's hesitation, he stood up, turned, and opened the closet to select a suit for the day.

Once dressed, he didn't spare Selena another glance. He grabbed some documents from the living room coffee table and made his exit.

John was the one assigned to pick him up. Upon seeing the vivid imprint of five fingers on his cheek, John was taken aback, wondering if Selena was still among the living.

Mr. Montague was a man of deep-seated pride that no one dared challenge, let alone being slapped by a woman.

John couldn't help but inquire, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

Montague, is Miss Selena

was torturous, always on the brink of explosion. "Not good, go prepare a coffin for

lips,

leaned back and

Later, have the hotel deliver some light food to

rear-view mirror and

a penchant for Miss Selena, perhaps

of affection, Raymond could only

of yours saw that I like

bluntly put down, John didn't

only responsible for executing Raymond's orders, ready to investigate if commanded, but it seemed Raymond was oblivious to his particular attention to Selena, so John refrained from acting rashly. Raymond glanced upstairs,

her crying

of blood and qi.

"Head to the office."

pressed the gas

Selena received a call from

the

remembering her commitment to invest in Alex's TV show, and quickly

transfer it to you right

Alex just chuckled.

have a

hung up on him, Alex

dime to fund her lover,