Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 520 Drawing the Line

Selena had already made her way outside, her figure silhouetted against the evening light. Lucas Den's car was parked nearby, summoned by a message she had dispatched earlier. After all, she was still an employee under Lucas Den's payroll, and even though he was yet to arrive in Ridgefield, it was time to utilize his services.

As Selena rounded the corner, her eyes set on Lucas Den's car, Raymond abruptly seized her uninjured wrist. They were still within the garden's confines, and a handful of scattered bystanders turned their attention to Raymond upon witnessing his action.

Selena's gaze fell to his slender fingertips encircling her wrist, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Mr. Montague, is there an issue?" she inquired.

Raymond relinquished his hold on her wrist, his voice laced with frustration. "I've been sending you messages these past days; you haven't responded."

"If it's not concerning Manhattan, I fail to see why I need to respond to you," she retorted.

"Why didn't you appreciate my intervention with the drink?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

"Mr. Montague, you are a client. It's inappropriate for a client to intervene on my behalf," she replied, her voice firm. With the single word 'client,' she delineated a clear boundary between them.

Raymond felt a sharp pang in his heart, but he managed to suppress his anger, given their public setting. His expression darkened as he looked at her. "How did your hand get injured?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

asked, her tone clearly indicating her impatience and lack of interest in

down at her, her face still cool and impassive. Leaning in, he locked his gaze with hers. The distance between them closed suddenly, and he

smile as she responded, "Mr. Montague, have you never been rejected

over her eyes. "I'm married now. Naturally, I have to maintain a distance from you to avoid unnecessary

up, his voice icy. "So now you admit there's something

was palpable - they hadn't exchanged harsh

for the remaining three times, I'd like to settle in cash," she declared, looking up at him, her eyes dark and resolute. "I don't want to

were nothing more than a fleeting breeze brushing against her

reflecting a savagery fiercer than a wolf's. But Selena wasn't intimidated; she stood her ground, said her piece, and turned to leave. His threat echoed behind her, "Are you aware

had

Raymond's nostrils, and all eyes turned towards them, the crowd stepping back in shock. This designer was playing with fire by daring to

tone indifferent. "What consequences? My

outside. He had attended numerous such events, but tonight marked the first time he had been

where the flowers bloomed more vibrantly and there were no guests in