Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 827 Couldn't You Say Something Nice About Me?

The cold wind cooled her face a bit, making her feel much better.

'Was Raymond doing it on purpose?' she thought.

Teasing her to make her uncomfortable, then starting to handle work himself.

'Was this revenge for me just focusing on work earlier?' Selena frowned and couldn't help but glance at him.

But his expression was so serious, as if there was really an urgent work matter.

Selena felt a bit stifled. She lowered her eyelids, trying hard to focus on work again, but her peripheral vision kept drifting to his hands.

She really loved Raymond's hands; they were even more beautiful than those of the best hand models.

To be precise, there wasn't a single unattractive part on Raymond's body-his face, his physique, even the most private parts were perfect.

He certainly had the charm to play with women, but Selena didn't want to be one of those women.

Suppressing all her impatience, the car had already stopped amidst the sound of his keyboard typing.

A servant came to open the door, and Selena got out first, with Raymond following behind her.

As soon as the door opened, she saw William leaning on a cane, waiting at the entrance of the living room.

"Grandpa," Selena called out sweetly, suddenly realizing she hadn't brought a gift. Just as she was about to say she'd make it up later, she saw Raymond instructing the servant to bring the gifts from the trunk.

He even said to William, "Grandpa, these are the gifts we prepared for you."

Selena's face showed a hint of surprise. She was a bit taken aback that he had prepared in advance, which alleviated her embarrassment.

William watched as the boxes were carried in one by one and sighed. If these two had gotten along from the start, he would have had a great-grandchild by now.

He gave Raymond a look of disappointment, blaming him for not living up to expectations.

"Come in and sit down," William said. "Selena, what have you been busy with lately?"

"I took over my dad's company recently, but since we couldn't get any business, I split off part of the staff to start a new venture," Selena replied.

The words "couldn't get any business" felt like a mountain pressing down on Raymond, making it hard for him to breathe.

The reason the Fair Group couldn't get any business was all because of him.

William's face was full of appreciation as he held Selena's hand, saying, "You do everything so well, just like..."

He was about to say just like Christopher, but knowing Raymond was sensitive about such comments, he changed his words, "just like other outstanding kids. You paint so well, and you manage the company so brilliantly. Selena, you're really impressive."

Selena felt a bit embarrassed by his praise. "Grandpa, I'm still learning how to run a company. I just read books and listen to public lectures by business people."

"That's already very good." William genuinely felt it was a pity. This was why he liked Selena in the first place; she was serious about everything she did and rarely complained.

He looked at his silent grandson Raymond sitting nearby and felt a surge of anger.

"What has Raymond been busy with lately?" William asked.

"Work." Raymond's tone was indifferent.

The injury on his back still hadn't healed, and it hurt with the slightest movement.

William sneered. "Of course, I know you're busy with work. But all this busyness hasn't amounted to much, and you've ended up all alone."

Raymond's face immediately darkened. 'Couldn't you say something nice about me in front of Selena?' he thought.