Reclaiming Her Heart

Raymond's hand, positioned horizontally in front of her, was clean, slender, and well-groomed, pleasing to the eye.

But beneath this beauty, it seemed as if a lurking wild beast was jumping on his fingertips, cold and somewhat dangerous. Selena instinctively took a step back, but his other hand reached out and rested against the wall behind her. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Selena nervously pressed against the wall, but it was useless to create distance between them. With one hand in front and the other behind, he had effectively blocked her path. Swallowing nervously, she dared not look at him. In a situation like this, women were naturally in a vulnerable position.

To outsiders, it appeared as though she was trapped in his arms. This kind of atmosphere clouded one's judgment, but Selena had to stay clear-headed because he was Raymond.

There could be absolutely no possibility between her and Raymond. Just then, her phone rang, dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere, and she inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. When she picked up the call, she saw that it was from Lucas, and a hint of delight flashed in her eyes.

She had previously not appreciated Lucas taking the liberty to call her, but now, this call came at just the right time. Raymond clearly saw the name saved on her phone and pursed his lips. He lowered his gaze and saw her happily answering the call.

Even his body no longer seemed as rigid as before, as if he had been saved by this phone call. He slowly retracted his hand, listening to her say, "Promoted? Great, I got it. I'll be right back."

Lucas had indeed been promoted, and after much consideration, he decided to call her. If it weren't for Selena giving him face and deliberately delaying time in the lobby, he would never have had a chance for this promotion. He wanted to take her out for a meal, even though he knew she might not care.

Lucas actually had other thoughts as well, like engaging in a fake relationship with Selena. Now that Selena agreed so quickly, he immediately made a reservation at the restaurant.

Selena repeated the name of the restaurant and ended the call. The arm blocking her path disappeared, and she was hesitant to look at Raymond. She always felt a little uneasy when facing him.

Just now, if she didn't have this phone, maybe he would have done something that men want to do.

Beneath his calm exterior, there seemed to be some restlessness.

Selena thought of the kiss in Ridgefield again, not understanding his intentions at all. Could it be that Raymond also had desires like ordinary men?

She also thought of the first night, being tossed on the bed by him until she lost her sanity.

Her face reddened even more and she quickly spoke up.

"Mr. Montague, then I'll leave first."

"Take the documents with you."

His tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care about the recent actions.

Selena thought that he didn't need the documents, so she turned without hesitation and returned to the coffee table to grab them.

At this moment, he turned on the lights in the room.

The bright light was too much for her eyes to adjust to, and she was almost brought to tears by the intensity.

When she recovered, she saw that he was no longer there, and the sound of water came from the bathroom. Selena finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly left the room, carefully closing the door without latching it. When she reached the hotel lobby, she received a message from Raymond.

"Continue to be responsible for Manhattan."

Selena instantly had a headache. She didn't tell him about Olivia just now. If she was still asked to design and follow Olivia's ideas, then her fame in interior design would be completely ruined. Selena frowned. She couldn't accept this, so she turned back and returned to Raymond's room.

"Mr. Montague, it's not that I don't want to continue designing Manhattan..."

Because the door wasn't latched, she pushed it open, but her words came to an abrupt stop.

Raymond had just come out of the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets rolling down from his chin toward certain places.

Selena's pupils contracted, almost instinctively wanting to lower her head and run out, but her wrist was held by someone, and the door in front of her was closed! She was locked inside!