Chapter 486 She'd Probably Like It, Wouldn't She? The color was almost irresistible to any onlooker.
"John," Raymond beckoned.
Without hesitation, John handed over the checkbook.
"And the cost?" Raymond questioned, his gaze unflinching.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Two million." Barely suppressing his elation, the salesman hastily encased the bracelet in an elegant box.
This was a experience for Raymond, who typically left all shopping matters to John's discerning eye.
Now, John found himself compelled to ask, "Mr. Montague, is this intended for Miss Selena?" Such a gift, given so casually, could rival a New York penthouse.
Raymond tensed, his mouth betraying his intentions despite his head's swift denial.
"No." John refrained from stating the obvious, merely offering a knowing look.
With the gift secured and John handling the financial aftermath, Raymond joined the executives on the second floor.
Once relieved of their suspense, they returned to their briefing.
Raymond's mood noticeably improved after the purchase, as if the storm clouds had finally dispersed. A week later, he found himself back in New York, the gift accompanying him. As he disembarked from the plane, he promptly activated his cellphone, anticipating a barrage of missed calls. To his astonishment, aside from a handful of friends and business colleagues, there were few messages awaiting him. There was a peculiar call from Catherine, but her ramblings were indecipherable before she abruptly ended the call.
Raymond perused his contact list repeatedly, occasionally wondering if he had inadvertently blocked someone. But no, everything was as it should be.
The crease between his brows deepened as he settled into his office at the Montague estate. It was at this point he decided to message Selena. [People in Manhattan inquired last twhether you desired a painting stuor not.] This was a question Selena had asked long ago. When she received his message, she was in the midst of addressing high-level matters within the Fair family. She couldn't afford a moment's respite, given the young hopefuls required her meticulous evaluation. The past week had been particularly demanding, with scarce rest as she threw herself into her work, an attempt to dull the pain of losing her child.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmConfronted with Raymond's message, Selena found herself lost in thought. When she needed him most, his phone had been off. Catherine's attempted call hadn't even merited an explanation or acknowledgment from him. A wave of bitterness washed over her, and part of her yearned to challenge him - did he detest her that much? Hadn't she always made a point to keep her distance? Why was he so callous? Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the cold coffee beside her, the icy bitterness quelling her anger, restoring a sense of calm. She had lost ten pounds in the past week alone. She hadn't been eagerly anticipating a future with Raymond's child, but having an abortion forced upon her without her consent made her feel no better than livestock, her dignity trampled. To add insult to injury, he had the audacity to dismiss her that night. And now, as if nothing had transpired, he was casually discussing work with her.
Taking a deep breath and donning a forced smile, she resolved to treat him strictly as a s a superior, or a client.
[Mr. Montague, please share your thoughts with me.] she responded.
Upon seeing her message, Raymond glanced at the gift on his desk, a faint smile gracing his lips.
"Join me, and we'll discuss it in person."
After all, he had purchased the gift t and required a pretext to present it to her. The unpleasantness of that night a week prior had subsided, and any residual anger should have evaporated by now. Despite his lingering revulsion at her infidelity, he rationalized that since she had been with him five times, a gift was justified.
She would likely appreciate it, wouldn't she? It was certainly am improvement from whatever her frugal husband might offer her.