GoodNovelChapter 494 He Almost Wished Money was What She Wanted Grace offered Selena a fleeting glance before quickly averting her gaze. Selena's life choices were, after all, none of her business. Without a word of acknowledgment, Grace joined the group of waiting executives and stepped into the elevator. A waiter approached Selena with a cautious air, asking, "Can I help you, miss?" Selena merely shook her head and hobbled away, ignoring the throbbing pain in her body and the ache in her knee. She hailed a cab back to Ashbourne Manor, collapsing into bed the moment she arrived home.
Fiona didn't dare question why Selena hadn't returned the previous night. Selena had never been one to enjoy visiting Ashbourne Manor. Hoping to aid in Selena's recovery, Fiona decided to prepare ssoup.
Meanwhile, Grace frowned as she entered the elevator. The realization that she was in the shotel where Raymond was staying, and that Selena had just left, struck her.
Deep down, she didn't want to believe that Raymond was responsible for the bruises marring Selena's skin. He wasn't that type of man. But then again, who in the Montague family truly knew Raymond? Ignoring her better judgment, she dialed his number.
Raymond was slumped on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the documents spread out on the table before him. Since Selena's departure, he hadn't absorbed a single word, consumed by an indescribable restlessness. "Raymond, where are you?" Grace asked.
"At the hotel," he replied curtly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA sense of unease washed over Grace, prompting her to rush to his room. Raymond appeared presentable and aloof, surrounded by documents, not at all resembling someone capable of harming a woman as Selena had been. The marks on Selena's neck were clearly visible, and for every mark Grace saw, she feared there were more hidden.
Even when Raymond was with his family, he rarely spoke. His presence alone was commanding. Now, beneath his eyes was a hint of red, as if he'd enjoyed the previous night.
"Aunt Grace, is there anything you need?" he asked.
Grace quickly scanned the living room for anything amiss but found nothing unusual. She refrained from venturing into the bathroom, aware that Raymond, a stickler for cleanliness since childhood, never shared his personal items. "I just ran into Selena," she said.
Raymond's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent.
"She could barely walk. As a woman, I know what she's been through. I hope it wasn't you, Raymond. You're not that kind of person," Grace said.
He raised an eyebrow, and a rare smile glinted in his deep eyes. His face was still stunningly handsome, but the aura he exuded was intimidating.
"Aunt, what kind of person do you think I am?" he asked.
Grace furrowed her brows. She really couldn't say.
Raymond had always been nonchalant towards everything. His older brother shone so brightly that Raymond was inevitably overshadowed. No matter what he did, he was almost never stopped.
Raymond's tenure with the Montagues hadn't been particularly lengthy, but he'd grown up under the watchful eye of Mr. Montague Sr.
Back when the old man was still in charge, he relished taking the team to the base.
Rumors had it that Raymond had almost made major strides when he was about twelve. However, Mr. Montague Sr. didn't want Raymond in the crosshairs - after all, there were already Montagues serving higher powers - so the credit was passed to someone else. The one who got the recognition didn't even know if they'd cout of it alive or end up a casualty. But Raymond was young then, seemingly fearless in the face of death.
It made sense that Mr. Montague Sr. took a shine to him. He saw a reflection of his own fiery youth during his times in the service.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGrace didn't have all the answers, but she could piece together that the marks on Selena were his doing. He made no attempt to hide it.
"I can handle my own affairs," he said, his voice cool and detached as he casually sorted through the papers in his hands. "I don't want anyone meddling." Unspoken was the clear message: not even you.
It was the first tGrace really understood that he was a force unto himself.
"And Selena and I, it's just a transaction. Once it's done we won't e see eachother again," he added. Grace let out a sigh of relief, hoping that was indeed the case.
"Raymond, I'm not trying to meddle, and I've no desire to control you. I'm just concerned that she's a married woman, and she might be after your money," Grace cautioned softly.
Raymond's eyes flickered down, his lashes casting shadows. Selena hadn't so much as glanced at the multimillion-dollar bracelete his m money was hardly her target. Her willingness to share his bed was simply because they still had four more times to fulfill their deal. And Selena always kept her promises without a fuss, enduring without so much as a whimper, even if it killed her. He almost wished money was what she wanted.
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