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.

clearly indicating her

unwelcome presence. He looked 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

passing server. Her lips curved into a smile as she responded, "Mr. Montague, have you never been rejected by a woman before? If simply not wanting

now. Naturally, I have to maintain a distance from you to avoid unnecessary gossip. We can't

you admit there's something going on, and

mood. The tension between them was palpable - they hadn't exchanged harsh words, but

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

were nothing more than

his eyes 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

splashed the drink in his face. She had done the same to Catherine before, and now it was Raymond's turn. The act

eyes turned towards them, the crowd stepping back in

glass down, her tone indifferent. "What consequences? My life? I'm

seized her wrist and pulled her outside. He had attended numerous such events, but tonight marked the first time

more vibrantly and there were no guests in sight, Raymond pushed her against the