Chapter 689 It Was Just His Wishful Thinking

He was so mad his fingers were shaking, wishing he could storm out and handle her like he did those guys in the elevator last night. But he knew he couldn't.

Did he really not like Penny before?

Hard to believe.

Half an hour later, Selena called, "Mr. Montague, come have some porridge."

To Raymond, her words felt like the evil queen offering a poisoned apple.

He was still in last night's white shirt; his suit and shoes were long gone.

Selena set the porridge on the table and smiled as Raymond walked in. "Have some porridge."

He probably went to that hotel for work last night and hadn't eaten.

He had stomach issues, and porridge was all they had at home.

Raymond sat down, eyeing the steaming bowl, and noticed she wasn't eating.

"Why aren't you eating?" he asked.

"I'm not hungry," Selena replied; she really wasn't.

Raymond's demeanor turned icy, staring at her with a chilling gaze.

eyes were slightly red, and he stared at

sat across from him, he scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it

leaned in to

Raymond pulled back, taking the spoon

her. "Are you going to eat

not, he could

you want me to

made it for you," Selena

stirred the porridge and asked,

rubbed her temples, feeling a headache. "Mr. Montague, I want you to eat

a

why did it feel like

come here," he said

waist and looked up. "The dead

How did he ever think Selena liked him? She

if Raymond didn't like

didn't know what he

you don't want it, then don't,"

to the office, John would prepare breakfast, making her effort seem

"Really?" Raymond asked.

"Yes," Selena said.

he didn't

but then his face

he think that

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