Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 659 What I Do Doesn't Concern You

Raymond stood off to the side, one hand in his pocket, his eyes cold as ice.

"What else can you do besides mess around with men?"

Selena's face hardened instantly.

"Mr. Montague, what I do is none of your business, is it?"

Raymond felt a tightness in his chest, irritation bubbling up.

Seeing her clear, beautiful face talking so shamelessly about seducing men made his fingers twitch.

"You were my secretary. Can't I ask a couple of questions?"

"I was fired by you. Do you still care about a stranger's private life?"

Selena thought Raymond was out of his mind. She opened the car door to get in, but the tire pressure alarm went off, and she frowned.

Selena got out to check and found her tire was flat.

This area was a villa district, so no way a taxi would take the order. She took a deep breath, called a repair company, gave them the address, and started walking out. Raymond leisurely got into his car and saw her walking silently ahead.

He honked twice, almost making Selena jump out of her skin.

Raymond's car window rolled down in front of her, and the car slowly moved at her walking pace.

"It's over 3,000 feet to the nearest place to get a cab. At this speed, you're too slow."

He didn't say she should get in; he just left that remark and sped up, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust.

Selena was so mad her scalp tingled.

How could there be a man like Raymond?

Even if all the men in the world died, she would never like Raymond!

Just as Selena was thinking this, the car suddenly reversed slowly, revealing Raymond's cold face again and glancing at her.

"Get in."

Selena didn't want to pay him any attention and kept walking.

Raymond's wrist casually rested on the steering wheel. The string of agarwood beads on his wrist was gone, replaced by a Patek Philippe watch.

Raymond's wrist bones were long and well-defined.

Even though Selena was very angry, stomping in her high heels as if she wanted to leave holes in the ground.

Raymond's car stopped, and inexplicably, he saw a hint of allure in her back view.

He didn't drive anymore but raised his hand to rub his temples. The occasional fleeting images made his head hurt terribly, and his face turned pale in an instant. When Selena reached the roadside, it took her half an hour to hail a cab.

Back at Ashbourne Manor, she still felt stifled and uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath and quietly went upstairs to paint. She thought she'd give it to Richard the next time she saw him, as a thank-you for today. After finishing the painting, she felt a lot better.

In the evening, someone did contact her, but the voice was so soft it was barely audible. It was a girl who said she was Bryan's student.

Selena didn't expect Richard's words to work so fast. It had only been a few hours, and Bryan had already sent a student over. "Ms. Cooper, can we meet?"

Selena was eager for this; she desperately needed a script.

She set her painting aside to dry and immediately went to meet the student.

Meanwhile, Raymond drove to the restaurant.

Sitting across from him was Paul, who had called him several times, but Raymond hadn't come out to meet anyone.

Paul observed him for a while and poured him a glass of white wine.

"Did you really lose your memory?" Paul asked.

Raymond didn't remember this guy. He turned his head slightly and saw Selena not far away, leading a timid young girl walking toward the restaurant.

This was a high-end place, with a central crystal chandelier reflecting light, making the whole hall look splendid.

The window was one-way, allowing people inside to see out, but not the other way around.

Raymond watched her get out of the car. The girl beside her had thick bangs and a tacky braid and wore heavy glasses.

Selena was saying something gently to her, her sparkling eyes smiling for a moment.

Paul also saw this and couldn't help but ask, "Did you really lose your memory? Why does it seem like you still look at her the same way as before?" Raymond withdrew his gaze. "So what?"

"Your eyes are full of wanting to pin her against the wall right now. I'm curious, is she really that much to your taste?"

Paul had originally wanted to talk to Raymond about Christopher. The source of that notebook had been completely erased, so it was likely fake. But given Raymond's current state, he probably didn't even know who Christopher was.

Maybe because Paul's words were too suggestive, Raymond drank all the white wine, feeling a bit hot.

His mind started to recall some blurry images.

Warm water spreading over both of them, he pinned a woman against the wall, kissing her fiercely as if she were some delicious treat.

Raymond's head throbbed intensely, and the images vanished in an instant.

He couldn't even see the faces of the two entangled people in the images, but his body instantly heated up.