Chapter 340 Their Fingers Interlocked
Hearing the door creak open, Senela put down the newspaper. She'd been waiting so long her bad mood had started to lift, but that didn't change what she had to do.
"Mr. Montague," she called out politely.
Raymond strolled behind the black marble table and settled into his leather chair.
"If it's important, let's talk in two hours. I've got a meeting first," Raymond said.
Senela lowered her lashes. She'd already waited two hours; another two wouldn't hurt. She was set on getting this done tonight.
"Alright, Mr. Montague, you go ahead," she replied.
Raymond glanced up, his deep eyes locking onto her.
Just then, John walked in with a cup of coffee for Raymond.
As John was about to leave, Raymond asked softly, "Penny, have you had dinner?"
Senela, still upset from her run-in with Sofia, hadn't eaten. "No."
"John, get her some dinner," Raymond instructed.
John hesitated. Even if Raymond wouldn't admit it, he was pretty attentive to Penny.
"Mr. Montague, I'm not hungry," Senela said, not appreciating the gesture.
Raymond squinted and slowly opened his laptop. "The meeting might take at least two hours. Eat something first."
Senela didn't argue anymore.
John didn't dare bring just any meal, so he called an upscale hotel. Within half an hour, a small food cart was wheeled up to the top floor and set before Senela.
She was a bit surprised, remembering a similar cart at Olivia's door.
A small cart was set up with everything from appetizers to desserts.
Senela wasn't hungry at first, but the food looked too good to resist. She picked up a fork and started eating slowly.
Raymond ran the meeting from his chair, but his eyes kept drifting to her. When he saw her accidentally smear some cream on the corner of her mouth, his fingers twitched, and he quickly looked back at his screen, trying to stay calm.
The foreign executives kept reporting, but he found it all incredibly dull.
After finishing her meal, Senela picked up a financial newspaper. Her bangs fell naturally, revealing her small face.
Half an hour later, she seemed to get sleepy, her eyes closing slowly. The newspaper slipped from her hand, and Raymond's voice unconsciously softened.
Senela leaned against a cushion and dozed off.
The meeting, supposed to last two hours, stretched to three due to a small hiccup.
When it finally ended, Raymond shut down his computer and glanced outside. It was completely dark, and the city lights were on.
He texted John, saying he'd drive himself tonight; John had already left.
Raymond got up and walked over to Senela. She was so sleeping soundly that he didn't want to wake her but he had to.
"Penny?" he called softly.
Dressed in a sharp suit, he reached out with his long fingers to nudge her.
Senela woke up groggily and instinctively grabbed his hand, their fingers interlocking.
She thought it was Max, a game she often played with him.
Realizing it was Raymond, she quickly let go, startled. "Mr. Montague."
She glanced outside, realizing how long she'd slept. She hurriedly pretended to tidy up the small table to avoid the awkwardness.
The office was brightly lit and quiet, but Senela felt Raymond's gaze on her, cooler than the lights. "Sorry, Mr. Montague, I thought it was Max," she said awkwardly.
Raymond had already regained his composure. "What do you need from me?"
Senela sighed in relief, tidied up the trash, and was about to take it down when he said, "The cleaning staff will handle it later."
She put it down and followed him. "Mr. Montague, let's hand over the Manston Manor project to someone else. Our studio has available designers, and I can introduce them to you."
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