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

knew Raymond and had heard his name several times

been engaged, although they were

Montague," she called out

on the steering wheel. Hearing the voice, he

today, but no one answered. I'm worried

"Ms. Fair?"

Montague. She is

no other choice but to seek Raymond's

in his eyes. Why did people always bring up Selena in

touch like this before, and

Raymond had already

she was genuinely worried about

called out, clinging to the car window awkwardly. "I heard from Ms. Fair that you two had a good relationship. If something really happened to her, wouldn't

face turned stormy. A good relationship? He and

go," Raymond said

still scared of him,

floored it, cursing his luck. He shouldn't have

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

of losing it, curling up

much time had

and starving, and fear

her head against the wall, making a

noise and checked the time. It had been several

the sound of

going

couldn't feel the pain. Whether her eyes were open or closed made no