GoodNovelChapter 506 A Heart in the Grip of Fear Upon receiving the message, Selena was momentarily paralyzed. Her instincts screamed at her not to go, yet a part of her yearned to fulfill the tenfold obligation and settle the score between them. This would allow her to concentrate on running the Fair family business and making prudent investments with her modest savings. After the divorce, she would have a safety net.
However, Raymond's raw intensity filled her with trepidation. His ability to stir the pot could leave her feeling utterly disoriented. But, feeling cornered and without any other options, she drove to the hotel.
As she entered the lobby, she encountered John on the ground floor. Upon seeing her, he offered a gentle warning, "Miss Selena, Mr. Montague is rather tense this evening. It might be wise to tread lightly." Upon hearing of Raymond's unsettled state, Selena was hesitant to proceed. When Raymond was angry, he would shed his refined exterior and unleash a ferocious intensity that could drive anyone to the brink of madness. She wavered, but John's warning nudged her forward, "If you don't go up now, Miss Selena, Mr. Montague will clooking for you." Raymond was a force of nature, unstoppable when he set his mind to something. Selena cast her eyes down and reluctantly stepped into the elevator.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStanding outside Raymond's hotel room, a wave of fear washed over her. Even through the closed door, she felt as though she could sense his menacing aura. She knocked gently, but there was no response from within. With a sense of dread, she slowly pushed the door open.
Raymond sat in silence on the sofa, his suit jacket casually discarded. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, his head slightly tilted back, and his tousled hair partially obscured his eyes, enhancing his ruthless demeanor.
Selena slipped into the soft white slippers provided at the entrance, set her purse aside, and approached him. It was then that she noticed the bracelet lying on the coffee table.
Raymond straightened up, flippantly tossing the bracelet aside, and instructed in an aloof tone, "Go take a shower." Selena was unnerved by his silence, but she didn't dare to speak. The room's atmosphere felt heavy and stagnant, and her steps grew heavier. She took a slow shower, and when she emerged, Raymond was no longer in the living room. The bedroom door stood ajar.
Approaching the bedroom felt like walking towards her own execution, each step filled with hesitation.
As she had anticipated, Raymond was in the bedroom, fresh from his own shower, with a towel hanging loosely around his waist, his muscular physique radiating raw power. His muscles, honed from countless hours at the gym, were ruggedly handsome. In a suit, he was untouchable, a regal prince. But with his muscles on display, the primal aggression and savagery in his bones were impossible to ignore.
Raymond, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, stared out the window as the fire in his chest intensified. He had intended to follow Alex's advice, buy sgifts, and charm his way into her good graces. But this woman seemed impervious to his good intentions.
It wasn't enough that she was married and still entangled with him; she had to provoke Caterlington. And provoking Caterlington wasn't enough; she had to target Austin. She even had the audacity to use Raymond's money to support another man.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRaymond was on the verge of laughing from the sheer absurdity of it all. He had never encountered anyone so audacious. Clearly, kindness was no longer an option. "Chere." Selena didn't dare approach, sensing the danger that radiated from Raymond. She hesitated at the bedroom door, her legs trembling with fear.
Growing impatient, Raymond angrily stubbed out his cigarette and closed the gap between them. He scooped her up and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window. One pane in the corner could be opened, and Selena found herself on the precipice, a hundred-meter drop beneath her, the wind carrying a chilling whisper. She clung to Raymond, her face turning ashen. "Mr. Montague." He ignored her, pulling her out of his embrace and yanking her hair to force her to look up. The pain in her scalp was sharp. She heard him ask, "Scared now?"
She was terrified, high up with nowhere to hide, tears streaming down her face. Why did Raymond appear so noble to others, yet so e despicable in her presence? He was deliberately pushing her forward, the wind outside seemingly ready to drag them both into the abyss. Selena wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest, and let the tears flow.
Raymond felt a surge of annoyance the irritating dampness on his chest. His kindness had been trampled, and now she was crying what right did she have to cry? When had he ever been treated this way? He despised her, but he despised himself even more, for her tears seemed to pull at his heartstrings.
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