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Joseph was less than 3 feet behind her, and his bodyguards were outside.
Meanwhile, she saw Raymond wearing a black tracksuit with his left hand in his pocket. He was tall with slender legs, and every move he made showed elegance and gracefulness.
He stood at the door of a lounge nearby, about to go in.
Joseph licked his lip and looked brazenly at her back. He said in a volume that only she could hear, “He’s here. Aren’t you gonna say hello?”
Selena took a deep breath. Having no time to hesitate, she walked toward Raymond at once.
Raymond put his hand on the doorknob. He had barely opened the door a crack when he heard footsteps behind him, and in the next second, a woman’s soft body bumped into him.
She cleverly slid into the lounge together with him before he could say a word.
Raymond pulled a long face. “Get out.”
Selena locked the door swiftly and then turned to look at him sincerely, leaning against the door. “Mr. Montague, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Mind if I hide here for a while?”
He looked at her knee, not saying anything.
She followed his gaze and saw her knee, too. Only then did she realize that due to the warm water, the red mark on her knee had worsened.
What was more, it seemed like the result of some certain sex position.
“I bumped my knee when I got in the car…”
Selena couldn’t help but blush after explaining awkwardly, a bit uneasy.
She thought, ‘He didn’t ask. Why bother to explain?‘
“Why are you here?” Raymond asked condescendingly.
“To work,” she said.
The whole place quieted down.
Raymond glanced at her meaningfully, his expression complicated. Then he turned to the
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bathroom. He didn’t kick her out again.
Hearing water coming from the bathroom, Selena looked away. Yet out of the corner of her she could still see his shadow reflected on the frosted glass.
eye,
His body didn’t have a single trace of fat at all. Water was running from his muscular chest down to his lower body…
Selena was no stranger to the warmth and strength his body had.
She closed her eyes and turned around.
Joseph’s men had already left.
Now that the crisis was over, she had no intention of staying here any longer.
She thought, Accidentally sleeping with Raymond has been awkward for me enough already. Now that we’re about to get a divorce, I ought to know my place.‘
Raymond changed into a new suit and came out only to see that Selena was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. He went to open it and saw a waiter, who brought him iced coffee. “Mr. Montague, it’s for you.”
Raymond said nothing, and the waiter left after putting the tray down.
Raymond picked up a note that had been posted in an obvious corner of the room.
“Thanks, Mr. Montague.”
Though no one signed, he knew it was from Selena,
He stood in situ, feeling again that he was used and discarded eagerly.
As if not embarrassing enough, he was used and discarded eagerly by the same woman.
After dressing up, he went to Citibank’s VIP lounge.
Joseph was here as well. Not seeing Selena with Raymond, he was puzzled.
Ethan stood up, shaking hands with Raymond while saying flatteringly, “Mr. Montague, your golf skills are as great as the coaches! I’m lucky to have a private session with you for free today!”
Mr. Anderson, you’re flattering me.”
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Raymond shook Ethan’s hand calmly before sitting down slowly.
Ethan patted Joseph’s shoulder. “This is Joseph, my son. Mr. Montague, we look forward to working with you long–term from now on.”
Joseph stepped forward. Oppressed by Raymond’s presence, he subconsciously reached out to shake Raymond’s hand.
“Your wife didn’t come with you, Mr. Montague?” asked Joseph.
“My wife?” A hint of confusion flashed across Raymond’s eyes.
“Well, I saw you two enter the lounge together,” Joseph said while realizing something. Then he continued, “I’ve been Ms. Penny’s fan for a long time, but it seems I still didn’t know her enough. It never occurred to me that she was your wife.”
Realizing who Joseph was referring to, Raymond pulled a long face instantly.
He thought, ‘Good for you, Selena. You claim that you don’t want anything to do with me, yet this is what you’re really after.‘
He said coldly, deadpanned, “She’s not my wife.”
