Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 522 What Does Raymond Mean?

Selena was so engrossed in her meal that she failed to notice Raymond's arrival. With her right hand injured and temporarily out of use, she had resorted to using her left hand to spoon up her porridge. Lucas Den had thoughtfully peeled some shrimp for her, placing them in a small bowl within her reach. She ate them with a fork, oblivious to the world around her.

Raymond made his entrance, followed closely by Olivia. The sight of Selena caused Olivia's pupils to constrict, her face souring in an instant. It dawned on her then, with crystal clarity, that Raymond had chosen this particular restaurant for the sole reason that Selena was there. Otherwise, given his refined palate, he would never have chosen such a place.

Despite her irritation, Olivia held her tongue, deeming it inappropriate to voice her displeasure at that moment. Instead, she took a seat opposite Raymond, her expression a mask of forced neutrality.

A waiter approached their table, menus in hand. "Sir, what would you like to have?" he asked Raymond. Raymond's gaze drifted towards Selena's table, a mere two meters away. "Same as them," he replied.

Upon hearing his response, Olivia could no longer contain her annoyance. She plastered a smile on her face, her voice strained as she spoke. "Raymond, I'd like something different," she said.

Her voice caught Selena's attention, causing her to turn her head and notice their presence. Her brows furrowed in confusion. Why can't they leave me alone? she wondered.

Raymond, still holding the menu, felt Selena's gaze on him. He stiffened but didn't turn his head to meet her eyes, maintaining the facade of a coincidental encounter.

her request. "Let's have something else. I'm not in the mood for that meal," she

the menu, seemingly fixated on Selena's choice. He appeared indifferent, as

expression apologetic. "I apologize, sir, but due to an error by our staff, this table has already been reserved and the guests will be arriving shortly. Unfortunately, there

was clearly doing well. Business

that ignited her simmering anger. "What do you mean? Do you think we're here for the $100? I wouldn't want to eat

out, she had felt constantly upstaged by a junior designer. Now, being asked to leave was the final straw. The waiter, his demeanor apologetic, presented his final proposition. "If it's not too much

of available tables had already put her on edge, and the thought of sharing her dining space with strangers was, in her opinion, utterly distasteful. However, before she could voice

waiter, relieved, nodded in agreement. "I'll go speak with

waiter's concerns with a wave of his hand. "There's no need for that.

his chair and relocated himself next to Selena. The sight of Raymond's sudden proximity seemed to sour Selena's appetite, as she regarded the shrimp in her bowl with newfound distaste. What was Raymond

her. If she made a scene now, in front of Raymond, it would only exacerbate the embarrassment and awkwardness of the

urge to lash out. Instead, she dragged her chair over to join the table where Lucas Den