GoodNovelChapter 689 It Was Just His Wishful Thinking He was so mad his fingers were shaking, wishing he could storm out and handle her like he did those guys in the elevator last night. But he knew he couldn't.
Did he really not like Penny before? Hard to believe.
Half an hour later, Selena called, "Mr. Montague, chave sporridge." To Raymond, her words felt like the evil queen offering a poisoned apple.
He was still in last night's white shirt; his suit and shoes were long gone.
Selena set the porridge on the table and smiled as Raymond walked in. "Have sporridge." He probably went to that hotel for work last night and hadn't eaten.
He had stomach issues, and porridge was all they had at home.
Raymond sat down, eyeing the steaming bowl, and noticed she wasn't eating.
"Why aren't you eating?" he asked.
"I'm not hungry," Selena replied; she really wasn't.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond's demeanor turned icy, staring at her with a chilling gaze.
His eyes were slightly red, and he stared at Selena without blinking.
As Selena sat across from him, he scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her lips.
Selena didn't hesitate and leaned in to eat it.
But Raymond pulled back, taking the spoon away.
Selena felt he was messing with her. "Are you going to eat or not?" If not, he could leave.
"Do you wantto eat?" Raymond asked.
"I made it for you," Selena said.
Raymond slowly stirred the porridge and asked, "Penny, what do you really want?" Selena rubbed her temples, feeling a headache. "Mr. Montague, I want you to eat this porridge and then leave." When she looked up, she saw a hint of hurt in his eyes.
It was just porridge; why did it feel like she was sending him to his execution? "Penny, chere," he said indifferently.
Selena stood and walked over. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and looked up. "The dead can't cback. Don't regret it." Selena stayed silent.
Seeing her quiet, Raymond felt deflated. How did he ever think Selena liked him? She didn't.
Selena wondered if Raymond didn't like porridge.
She didn't know what he liked.
"Mr. Montague, if you don't want it, then don't," Selena said.
When he went to the office, John would prepare breakfast, making her effort seem unnecessary.
"Really?" Raymond asked.
"Yes," Selena said.
Great, he didn't have to die.
Raymond sighed in relief, but then his face darkened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhy did he think that way? Would he really drink this bowl of poison if Selena insisted? Selena glanced at the clock; it was getting late.
"Have John bring you sclothes," she said. She needed to go to the office.
"And what about you being my mistress?" Raymond asked.
"Mr. Montague," Selena removed his hand from her waist, her tone calm.
I "Actually, I never told you, I have someone I like." Raymond's fingers curled slightly, thinking he might as well drink the porridge.
He felt embarrassed, his voice lowering. "Didn't you just get divorced?"
"I didn't love my ex-husband. I've always had someone in my heart. He was my first love, and our wasn't ambiguous.m relationship wasn't needed your help, and you proposed a deal to sleep withten times, which I agreed to." Selena paused, then continued, "I divorced my ex-husband because I didn't love him, that's all."
She picked up a bag nearby, sometimes thinking that Raymond, who was younger than her, was ruthless in business but childish in his emotional world. Raymond fell silent. He had thought she divorced her ex-husband because of him.
Turns out, it wasn't.
It was just his wishful thinking, and she had someone she liked.
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