Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 829 She Won't Talk to Him

Back in the day, he was too chicken to face his feelings for her and too lazy to dig deeper, which led to a bunch of screw-ups.

Lately, Jacob's drama just added more fuel to the fire, so no wonder she's giving him the cold shoulder now.

Selena stiffened and shoved his hand away, worried the ink from her pen might spill all over the paper, so she didn't dare to use too much force.

She was working on a delicate piece, and even a tiny mistake could mess up the whole painting.

"Raymond, if you're bored, go downstairs. Don't bug me," Selena said.

Raymond went quiet, just holding her waist without saying a word.

Selena talked to him, but he didn't listen, so she decided to ignore him and kept working on her painting.

Someone knocked on the door outside; probably a servant bringing water.

Selena quickly pushed him away, but he clung to her again.

She had noticed before that Raymond had a bit of a childish streak-stubborn, with a temper that flipped like a switch, and cold and indifferent to outsiders. "Let go." Selena spoke up.

Raymond reluctantly let her go and walked back to a chair.

Selena called out, "Come in."

As expected, it was a servant carrying two cups of tea. "Mr. Raymond Montague, Ms. Fair, you've worked hard. Mr. William Montague asked me to bring these in." The servant placed the two cups of tea on the table, bowed, and then left.

Selena cleaned her pen and was about to switch to a slightly bigger one when she saw Raymond coming over again.

"Let me help you," he said.

He grabbed the used pen first and started washing it with clean water.

Selena didn't want to say much, so she switched to another pen and kept painting.

She heard some movement beside her, and soon a shadow fell over her. Turns out he had taken another pen and was helping her.

Putting everything else aside, when he was seriously painting, his face was indeed easy on the eyes.

Countless times before, she had stared blankly at this face.

Raymond's looks were definitely the most naturally gifted among all the people she had ever met.

She withdrew her gaze, her hand steady as she continued to paint.

After another forty minutes, she finally put down her pen, feeling a bit of cramp in her fingers.

The painting was finally done.

Just as she was about to massage her shoulders, a beautiful hand reached over and gently kneaded her shoulders.

It felt so good that she couldn't help but hum, but then she realized it was Raymond's hand and quickly snapped out of it.

"I can do it myself," Selena said. As soon as she finished speaking, his other hand landed on her waist.

With both her shoulders and waist being massaged, the sensation was so comfortable it made her scalp tingle. She could barely stand.

Raymond helped her to a nearby chair, his intense gaze locked on her. Selena's breathing was all over the place, and she tried to push his hand away. But then he pressed a certain spot on her waist hard, and she almost yelped.

Realizing what was happening, she quickly snapped, "Raymond!" Raymond finally stopped and asked, "Does it feel uncomfortable?"

Selena was still panting, her cheeks flushed.

The massage was indeed nice, but he was clearly pushing his luck.

The door knocked again, and this time William's voice came from outside, "Raymond, Selena, is the painting done? It's time to eat."

Selena quickly stood up and checked her clothes.

Once she was sure everything was in order, she hurried to the door and opened it. "The painting is done, Grandpa. Do you want to take a look?"

Mr. Montague smiled, "No need, let's go downstairs and look at the flowers. The garden's in full bloom."

Spring had arrived, and the garden was bursting with color.

At his age, William enjoyed life the most.

Selena quickly nodded. "Okay, let's go downstairs."

William glanced at Raymond, who shamelessly followed them. He wanted to say something but just moved his lips a few times.

He initially wanted to mock Raymond for being thick-skinned, as the invitation to see the flowers was for Selena, not him. But considering Raymond's efforts to pursue her, he decided to let it slide. The three of them went downstairs, and the servants were bringing out a delicious meal. William had someone open the large French windows in front of the garden.

The fragrance of the flowers wafted in, lifting Selena's spirits.

"Selena, if you like the flowers here, I can have some moved to Ashbourne Manor," William said.

"No need, Grandpa. Max loves to ruin flowers every day; they won't survive," Selena replied.

William chuckled, "It's good to have a pet for company."

Fiona had already told William that Selena had a dog. William didn't have any opinions on it; as long as she liked it, it was fine since it was her house.

As the three sat down to eat, Raymond first served a bowl of soup to William, then another to Selena.

In front of William, Selena couldn't refuse.

But her mind was clearly elsewhere, just going through the motions.

After eating, her phone rang. It was Sophia calling from the hospital.

She said, "Ms. Fair, I'm visiting Ronald. Sorry for the trouble."

Her voice was choked with sobs, probably from crying alone for a long time.

Seeing that the meal was over, Selena quickly said goodbye to William. "Grandpa, my company has been busy these past few days. I need to go back now. I'll visit you next time." "Alright, Selena, work is important." William finished speaking and gave Raymond a look.

Raymond immediately stood up and said, "I'll take you."