Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 152 This is Not Liking

Selena used to be confused about Alice's attitude towards her. On one hand, they seemed to get along harmoniously, but on the other hand, Alice always seemed to provoke James. She casually mentioned things that made James angry. But, if their relationship was bad, why did Alice always affectionately call her "sister" every time?

It was as if they were truly close sisters. Beatrice's dislike for her was evident, but Alice's true intentions for her were hidden very deeply.

At this moment, Selena suddenly understood that Alice couldn't possibly like her, because she was occupying Raymond's wife's position. Thinking back to everything before, it all made sense why Alice was still going out, despite her illness. As she listened to the sound of Alice's fading footsteps, Selena slowly straightened her body. She could smell Raymond's scent on him, and the distance between them instantly grew closer. As she raised her head, he happened to lower his head, and their noses almost touched. She quickly released herself, pretending to touch her forehead as if she was just feeling unwell and leaned against him.

Raymond narrowed his eyes, feeling a sudden emptiness in his arms. He felt a little disappointed, but quickly gathered himself. Selena glanced outside the window and saw that the Fair family's car had already left, and she let out a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to get out of the car, she heard her phone ringing. It was James calling. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes as she tried to stop her fingers from trembling, due to her discomfort, and somehow managed to press the answer button..

James' voice came from the other end. "Selena, the second round of financing was successful. The Montague family also invested money again. I thought we should celebrate my discharge and invite Raymond to our house. Please ask Beatrice to prepare a dinner to properly thank them."

It sounded like gratitude, but it was actually just another attempt to win favor with the Montague family.

Such understanding made Selena feel disgusted, but the thought of James being in the late stages of liver cancer, and having only one year left to live, created a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

"Dad, who allowed you to be discharged?"

"I wanted to be discharged myself, Selena, you don't need to worry about my condition."

James's face was filled with contentment, as the financing was successful, he was full of joy.

"The company's market value has doubled, and we will rely less on the Montague family in the future. Let's gather with Raymond at the Montague family the day after tomorrow. We haven't seen him since he returned to the country." "Let's talk about it later."

Selena hung up the phone while her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

By this time, she had already gotten out of the car and turned around to thank Raymond, but Raymond was focused on the documents in his lap, maintaining a calm and unruffled demeanor.

In a short period of time, she owed him so much and didn't know how to repay him.

"Mr. Montague, thank you for what happened tonight."

Raymond pursed his thin lips, giving a faint "Hmm" and instructed John to drive. John glanced at him through the rearview mirror and stepped on the accelerator.

As the car faded away, Raymond glanced at Selena through the car's side mirror.

She was still standing in the same spot, while Raymond thought she should be clear-headed by now. Selena then started walking towards the hospital on her own.

Raymond moved the documents on his knee, and lowered his head to look at a certain excited part of himself.

Just now, Selena had accidentally touched a place she shouldn't have in her haste, and coupled with her hands wrapped around his waist and her warm breath spreading across his chest through the fabric of his shirt. He clenched his fingers holding the documents, his wrist bones stretched tight, long and powerful.

Raymond raised his hand, rubbing his temples, a hint of annoyance appearing on his face.

He couldn't understand if it was intentional or unintentional on her part, like the claws of a cat, every scratch hitting just the right spot to make one itch.

Raymond disliked this feeling of relying on others for emotional support, and he extinguished that hint of wavering with near-logical thinking.

He told himself that it was probably because of that night that he was moved.

It was just the restless dopamine playing tricks.

This isn't love.