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

had heard

been engaged,

Montague," she

steering wheel. Hearing the voice, he turned to look at

but

"Ms. Fair?"

She is also your...

choice but to seek Raymond's

look of disgust flashing in his eyes. Why did people always bring up Selena in front

been out of touch like this before, and today is

before Ann could finish, Raymond had already

embarrassment; she was genuinely worried

Ms. Fair that you two

He and Selena never had a good

go," Raymond

of him, reluctantly

luck. He shouldn't have

in the pitch-black room. Sometimes a cold snake slithered around her ankle, and sometimes a centipede crawled

curling up and desperately trying not to

no clue how much time had passed; she

freezing and starving, and

head against the wall, making a loud

the time. It had been several hours,

cleared up, and the sound

going on

feel the pain. Whether her eyes were open or closed made