GoodNovelChapter 449 What About Her? Selena understood the silence. For the next couple of hours, Raymond was consumed with work, his face buried in the glow of his laptop screen. She did the same, wrapping herself in the solitude of her own device, neither breaking the silence between them.
Two hours went by before a knock on the door signaled it was tto leave. Raymond snapped his laptop shut and was the first to stride out without so much as a glance towards Selena. She realized then that she hadn't been factored into his departure-she was left behind. But it didn't matter; she didn't want to accompany him anyway.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrom inside, she could hear the cars rumble to life and faint voices questioning her absence. Raymond's response drifted through the door, "She's not feeling well." His response was misleading, deepened the misunderstanding. Selena remotely managed her company affairs, content to wait in the quiet for Raymond's return. But as the hours ticked by, there was no sign of his car. Dusk had settled, but it wasn't the normal dimming of day. It was as if a shadowy blanket had smothered the skies. Then it hit her-a sandstorm! She rushed outside, only to find the villa nearly deserted except for a few clueless servants. When she tried calling Raymond, there was no answer, and concern gnawed at her. Without hesitation, she got into her car, driving towards one of the locations mentioned by the site manager.
Meanwhile, Raymond sat in the back of his car, oblivious to the ominous skies as he pored through documents. Derrick, the grim-faced site manager, urged the driver, Han, to speed up through the impending maelstrom. In a twist of fate, Selena's car just missed intersecting with theirs.
By the tRaymond reached the villa, the vehicles were crusted with a thick layer of sandy grit-an irritation that drove him immediately to the sanctuary of his room for a shower. But her absence made him furrow his brows in concern. "Where is she?" He demanded from the staff.
"Mr. Montague, she asked about where you were headed and then returned to her room," one of the workers replied.
He checked his phone, where a string of missed calls were glaring back at him. He phoned her back, anxiety in his tone when she answered. "Selena, where are you?" She was already at the small, desolate house they had mentioned. She was surrounded by darkness, with no key and no way to get inside. The sandstorm raged, forcing the gritty wind into her mouth as she tried to speak. "Mr. Montague..." "Where are you?" He struggled to maintain his composure, impatiently adjusting his tie.
After a fit of coughing, Selena didn't immediately reveal her location but instead sighed in relief. Something about the storm made her realize what mattered most. "Good to hear you are okay." "Where the hell are you?!" Raymond barked in a sudden outburst of panic. Just moments ago, the foreman had warned that the dust storm brewing was fiercer than the one from a decade ago, capable of toppling trees. If she were outside right now, she'd be in grave danger.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSelena was startled by Raymond's use of profanity and hurried to reply. "I'm at the Sandbar." The Sandbar was just the spot where Raymond and the others had been earlier. It was a vast expanse of beach stretching out of sight, with only a small bungalow perched on the shoreline.
That bungalow had been set up as a warning post after a past storm, and they had just stopped by it that afternoon. It was compact, no more than five hundred square feet, but meticulously clean. Yet Selena didn't have the keys. If she took shelter at the Sandbar now, she'd be out in the open with nowhere to hide! Cursing under his breath, Raymond grabbed his phone and stormed out the door.
The managers were taken aback as they saw him gearing up to drive off. "Mr. Montague, you shouldn't go out in this weather." "It's too risky; the car could flip over!"
He snatched the bungalow keys and left them with a terse command, "Stay put. If any Montague people show up, wait till the storm passes before you resthe search." They couldn't hold him back. Even though anxiety was written all over their faces, Raymond had already sped away.
The drive to the Sandbar would take an hour under normal conditions He dialed Selena again urging her to stay inside her car, which she shouldn't dare to step out of.
True to his word, Selena was indeed afraid to leave her vehicle. The howl of the wind outside was enormous. She yelped as grains of sand pelted E the windows relentlessly. She never imagined Raymond would cto her, especially not at a twhen every second threatened death. She thought less of her own life; surely, it was worth far less than his.
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