Chapter 525 And Yet, Why Do You Pursue Me?
Selena had two phones, each typically housing a single card, though there were times when both cards were operational within the same device. Standing on the balls of her feet in a state of irritation, she reached for her phone. However, Raymond, with a heavy gaze, purposefully held the device just out of her grasp.
"So, this is indeed a business line?" he questioned.
"No, it isn't," she retorted.
As the words left her lips, her phone rang. The screen illuminated, revealing an incoming call on card 1, identified as Caterlington. Card 1 was her personal line. Given that Caterlington was privy to her true identity, there was no need for subterfuge. Consequently, he was aware of both her numbers.
Upon recognizing Caterlington's call, Raymond promptly disconnected it. He then dialed Selena's number from his own device.
This time, the screen lit up with an incoming call on card 2, labeled as Mr. Montague. The difference between Caterlington and Mr. Montague was clear; it was evident who held a closer relationship with Selena without needing to voice it. A laugh of frustration escaped Raymond, the humiliation of the moment weighing heavily on him. His gaze upon Selena hardened, his lips pressed into a thin line, sharp as a blade's edge.
"What's your personal number?" he demanded. If Caterlington had access to it, why shouldn't he?
Selena's face hardened in response, and she extended her left hand.
"Mr. Montague, I insist you return my phone."
stabbed. The sensation
skimmed over the phone, searching for her other card number. Suddenly, Selena's foot came down hard on his
of pain rippled
a brief moment of distraction, Selena
in her purse,
his leather shoe, now marred by a distinct footprint. His drink had been splashed, his shoe stepped on, and Olivia's fork flung before him. He found himself questioning why he hadn't yet lost
ignorance and attempted to step away, but a firm hand grasped her shoulder,
noticed you seem to have quite the temper around me today," Raymond observed, leaning
"Why?" he queried.
and yet here you are, chasing after me. Why?" she retorted, holding his gaze without blinking. Raymond didn't know why himself; he just felt
your husband's
like him.
unique," he commented,
to know
her retorting with jabs about his affection for a cruel woman like Olivia. Neither
I can pay
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