Reclaiming Her Heart

Selena had no idea how she appeared at this moment. Being questioned about her design was even more severe than being insulted to her face. Her face, without any smile, blinked twice like glazed eyes.

"No, I just heard Miss Stone call you and knew you were going on a date tonight," Raymond simply stared at her, it took a while before he rolled his Adam's apple gently.

"Don't your family have any objections to you staying in a hotel like this after marriage?" Selena was a bit surprised by his sudden change of topic, but she answered honestly. "My family recently had some issues, and this place is closer to the hospital."

"Why did you choose to stay on my floor?"

He still didn't swipe the card on the door, but looked at her like that.

Casually standing there, there was a carefree attractiveness about him, but upon closer inspection, one would notice the sharpness in his eyes, like knives. As if he could see through her heart.

"The room I booked before had some problems, and to compensate me, the hotel upgraded me to a suite," Selena said with a sincere smile on her face. "No wonder it's a hotel under the Montague family, the service is indeed impeccable."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill in the air.

Raymond's carefree demeanor disappeared, his gaze turned extremely dark.

"Just because of this?"

For a moment, Selena didn't know what kind of answer he was looking for. Was it wrong to compliment the Montague family?

Her mind spun, and she awkwardly pursed her lips, "Mr. Montague, I don't understand what you mean."

Raymond chuckled lightly, feeling heavy pressure in his chest.

This was the first time he had felt a bit angry, and it was caused by a woman.

He withdrew his gaze and swiped the card to enter the room.

"If there's something, find me tonight."

Selena followed him inside, speaking sincerely, "I want to entrust the Manhattan design to someone else."

Raymond paused in his footsteps, he didn't turn on the lights, and Selena didn't take the initiative to do so either.

Selena stood behind him, leaving the door open, allowing the corridor light to shine through from behind them, creating shadows of their intertwined figures in front of them.

Raymond looked at these shadows, his fingertips that hung to the side slightly stiffened, and her voice still came from behind him.

"Miss Stone should know more outstanding designers. These are all the materials I currently have prepared, and it's unclear whether the new designer will be able to use them, but I'll give them to Mr. Montague first." She walked past Raymond's side, placing the materials on the coffee table.

Because of the light coming in from the corridor, the room wasn't dark.

Her scent filled the space, blending softly with his own scent, slowly settling down.

"Mr. Montague, I believe others can create better designs," after placing the materials, she had already turned around and stood in front of him, smiling at him.

She didn't say anything negative about Olivia, after all, Olivia was the first love of the person before her. If she did, she probably wouldn't be able to leave in one piece.

Raymond stood at the doorway, his exquisite figure wrapped in a suit, and because he had loosened his tie, his collarbone was exposed.

Selena wanted to pass by him, thinking she had made herself clear and didn't intend to say anything else. But he extended a hand and rested it on the doorframe on the other side. This slender arm blocked her path. Selena didn't know what she was thinking. It was probably a reflex.

She instinctively bent down, but the arm moved a few centimeters lower, continuing to block her way.

Her nose almost brushed against the fabric of his suit, so she straightened up and looked up at him. At that moment, he lowered his long, delicate eyelashes.

The light from outside illuminated his well-defined features, giving him a cold and noble appearance. His deep gaze was like a whirlpool, as if it could draw her in.

Their breaths intertwined, making her face involuntarily heat up. A thin layer of sweat formed on the hand hanging by her side. The room remained unlit, and the ambiguous atmosphere enveloped both of them, making it hard for her to breathe.