Chapter 75 A Favored Child of the Heavens
Raymond didn't say a word to Selena, feeling a sudden wave of frustration hit him.
Yesterday, Selena's dog got him into trouble, and he was misunderstood and chewed out by some stranger.
And now, in the dead of night, Selena had tracked him down to Ridgefield just to splash paint on him. For a second, Raymond wondered if fate had bound them together.
Seeing Raymond's stern face, Selena realized this wasn't just in her head.
Knowing she messed up, Selena tried to fix things quickly. "Mr. Montague, got a spare shirt? You can change, and I'll wash this one for you."
Raymond glanced at the paint palette she was holding, then walked a few steps away.
Selena stood there, genuinely frustrated. Why did she always end up in these messes with Raymond?
Seeing her just standing there, Raymond said in a deep voice, "You spilled it, so you should take responsibility."
Selena quickly caught up, "I have no intention of dodging responsibility."
"Eighty thousand dollars." Raymond's tone was flat, his eyes locked on Selena's face.
Selena didn't get it at first. Then it hit her—that was the price of the shirt.
She was shocked; she'd never worn anything that expensive in her life.
Looking at the mess, she wondered if the stain could even come out.
Feeling a bit guilty, Selena said softly, "I'll be very gentle when I scrub it by hand."
Raymond looked at her submissive demeanor and suddenly remembered her sharp comebacks to Joseph at the poker table, narrowing his eyes.
Raymond walked back to his room. John, who was nearby, heard the commotion and was about to greet him but quickly left when he saw Selena trailing behind.
Raymond entered the room, unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it to Selena.
As soon as Selena stepped through the door, a piece of clothing hit her face.
Blushing, Selena quickly removed it and glanced around the room. But then her gaze froze.
Raymond was only wearing a single shirt, which he had now taken off, leaving his upper body bare. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist. His physique was impressive, with long, well-proportioned legs that, from an artistic perspective, exemplified the golden ratio.
Her eyes couldn't help but fixate on Raymond, admiring his well-sculpted shoulder blades. Every part seemed meticulously crafted.
She couldn't help but think, Raymond truly was a favored child of the heavens.
Raymond was about to open the closet to find a new shirt when he felt Selena's intense gaze behind him.
He frowned and turned to look at her.
Selena's gaze was still fixed on his waist, chest muscles, abs, and so on.
In art references, he was more perfect than top male models.
Selena was so engrossed that she was already thinking about where to start if she were to draw him.
Then she heard Raymond's deep voice ask, "Does it look good?"
This wasn't the first time Raymond had asked this. The last time Selena stared at his hands, he had asked the same question.
Selena nodded honestly. To be precise, it was very drawable.
Her honesty brought a flicker of pleasure back to Raymond.
However, considering that Selena was already married, Raymond pondered such behavior seemed somewhat peculiar.
He quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on, his tone turning unfriendly, "Aren't you leaving?"
Selena snapped back to reality. Now that she had the shirt, it was time to go.
Then Selena said, "Alright, Mr. Montague, you should rest early."
Raymond had no interest at all in why Selena was here; instead, this completely extinguished his desire to go out for a stroll.
Selena, holding the shirt, was about to leave when she noticed that Raymond had been rubbing his temples since they met. The shirt in her arms also reeked of alcohol, indicating he had probably had a few too many drinks and now had a headache.
In the early days of the Fair Group, James was overwhelmed with an absurd number of social engagements, and he would return home with a headache each time. Barbara would always be ready with a hangover remedy and massage his head.
After Barbara's passing, the one who learned to do all these things became Selena.
Out of habit, she spoke without thinking, "Mr. Montague, would you like me to give you a massage?"
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