Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 221 Mr. Montague, would you like an orange?

"Aunt, it's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet? Hasn't Jacob already gone home? Why doesn't he come out and help you?"

If her Uncle was there, she wouldn't have been bullied by a middle-aged man.

Erin's cheeks turned a bit red, and she quickly grabbed Selena's hand.

"Selena, come back with me. Your room is still there. Thanks to you for last time, and you even brought Jacob back."

She didn't answer Selena's question directly.

Selena sighed and saw that Erin was struggling to push the load of fruits alone.

She quickly went over to help push.

"After Jacob came back, did he make up with his sister-in-law?"

"No, they had a big fight, but it was Jacob's fault. He had to write an apology letter, and your sister-in-law is probably planning to forgive him." Selena didn't say anything. As she pushed the cart, she happened to see Raymond standing on the steps.

Raymond was not wearing a suit, just a white shirt, talking to John beside him.

They had just arrived and were about to attend a party organized by a few leaders.

It was already 8 o'clock, and everyone was waiting over there.

As Selena helped Erin push the cart, she turned her head and met his gaze.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and his eyes fell on the pile of fruits in the cart.

There were oranges, grapes, and bananas neatly arranged.

Selena thought she must have been mistaken. How could she see Raymond in Ridgefield?

She straightened her body and saw him under the lights of the courtyard, like a beautiful work of art, all sharp features seemed to melt away in the 54 Club.

He no longer had the cold seriousness he had when he was around the Montague family. His shirt cuffs were rolled up, indicating there was no need for excessive formality at the upcoming event, so he looked relaxed. "Mr. Montague?"

She called out, feeling a bit dreamy.

Raymond stood on the steps, and Selena was a few steps below, pondering for a while before finally squeezing out a sentence.

"Mr. Montague, would you like an orange?"

After saying this, she regretted it a bit and quickly waved her hand, wanting to say that she was just joking. After all, how could Raymond eat such cheap fruit?

But, to her surprise, Raymond came down from the steps.

On the little cart, he took out an orange. His fingers were slender and perfect, making the orange look a little ugly in comparison. After taking the orange, he squeezed it in his palm and then asked her, "When did you arrive?" "Not long ago," she replied.

Erin, who was standing next to them, instantly felt overshadowed when she saw Raymond; she was too scared to speak.

She also noticed a few dignified leaders waiting not far away, remembering that this was the important person who had fixed the broken car last time. One million dollars. Ordinary folks like her couldn't afford to mess with them. But now, Selena was actually talking to this kind of person, and it seemed so natural. Erin quickly grabbed a tote bag, silently filled it with a bag of oranges, and handed it to Raymond. She was not good at speaking. Raymond politely said, "One is enough, thank you."

Erin was somewhat flattered and didn't know how to respond, so she just looked at Selena. Selena didn't expect him to actually come and take an orange, and when she saw that someone was still waiting, she reminded, "Mr. Montague, you back injury hasn't fully healed yet, so it's better not to drink later."

Raymond glanced at her and with a grunt, took the orange and walked off towards the other leaders. The leaders spoke to him and he nodded slightly.

Selena continued to bend down and push the cart, saying, "Auntie, let's push these fruits back home first. It's getting late."

Erin finally reacted, still trembling in fear. "That man had such a strong presence that I dared not to say anything in front of him."

"Although Mr. Montague has a high status, he won't bully others. Last time's incident was caused by his sister-in-law."

Erin suddenly fell silent and just silently held onto the handle of the cart. In the distance, Raymond held the orange and heard the leader beside him say, "This is locally produced in Ridgefield. I hope you can taste and see how good local fruit is."