Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 747 Here I Come

"How she deals with her feelings ain't my problem anymore," Raymond shot back.

He snapped his laptop shut and checked the time; it was already bedtime.

But tonight, something felt off. He took a shower and hit the sack, but sleep just wouldn't come.

He grabbed a book, but couldn't focus on a single word.

By one in the morning, he got dressed and headed out.

This time, he drove himself to the Rose Garden.

A few lights were still on in the Rose Garden. He cracked the car window and lit up a cigarette, puffing away absentmindedly. Halfway through, he pulled out his phone and called Selena.

No answer.

He leaned back, staring blankly ahead, wondering why the hell he drove here in the middle of the night.

Raymond chuckled to himself, feeling like an idiot, and started driving back.

On the way, he passed the Fair family's company, but he paid so little attention to them that he didn't even realize it was their building.

A woman was on the phone at the company entrance, looking super stressed.

The woman on the phone was Ann. She'd been trying to reach Selena all day. S.M Corporation's series had passed the review, and the viewership on its first day had broken records. She should've been sharing this good news with Selena. But since the afternoon, she'd called Selena more than ten times, and no one picked up.

Just a few hours ago, Selena had been anxiously waiting for the results with her.

Ann stood by the roadside trying to hail a cab, and then she spotted a luxury car parked nearby, with Raymond's profile visible through the open window.

felt a

heard his name several times

and Raymond had been engaged,

she

the steering wheel. Hearing the voice,

called Ms. Fair several times today, but no one

"Ms. Fair?"

She

no other choice but to seek

in his eyes. Why did people

out of touch like this before, and today is a critical

Raymond had already stepped

embarrassment; she was genuinely worried about

from Ms. Fair that you two had a

relationship? He and Selena never had

go," Raymond

still scared of him,

He shouldn't have gone out in the middle

a parched throat, curled up in the pitch-black room. Sometimes a cold snake

of losing it, curling up and desperately trying not to

time had passed; she even started

and starving, and

her head against the wall, making a

and checked the time. It had been

ten in the morning, the weather outside cleared up, and the

going

were open or closed made no difference;