Chapter 403: Not Owed to Each Other Selena Fair had also called Shelley Harper, telling her she'd gone back hand asking her not to set her up with any more men.
As for being trapped on the top floor, she didn't mention it; if Raymond Montague didn't come, at worst, she would be discovered by the janitorial staff. She sat against the wall in the corridor, her high heels aching from standing all evening.
Hearing footsteps approaching, she quickly looked up and saw Raymond Montague coming towards her.
Selena Fair quickly stood up.
With a slight sense of grievance, she called out, "Mr. Montague." She didn't dare lash out at Raymond Montague; angering him could result in an outclike Pruvi's.
Raymond Montague stood beside her, and only after a few seconds said, "Let's go." Selena Fair then followed him closely, fearing being left behind again.
They made their way to the underground parking garage.
Now, the sight of the garage made her slightly uncomfortable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond Montague opened the car door, gesturing for her to get in.
Selena Fair looked away, sounding hesitant.
"Didn't you say to take a week off, Mr. Montague?" Raymond chuckled. After a moment, he said, "I'll drive you home." Only then did Selena Fair breathe a sigh of relief, getting into the car without any burden, and fastening her seat belt herself Raymond Montague took the driver's seat, reversing the car skillfully out of the spot.
While waiting for a traffic light, Raymond Montague handed her a handkerchief.
Selena Fair, puzzled, heard him say, "Lipstick." She had worn a deeper shade of lipstick that evening.
A few hours ago, he had pressed her against a door and kissed her for ten minutes; her lipstick must have smudged.
Taking it, she silently wiped her lips, restoring her natural lip color.
At that moment, Shelley Harper called.
"Selena, didn't you go home? Why is no one answering the door at the Rose Garden?" Selena Fair's heart missed a beat; Raymond Montague's car was headed towards the Rose Garden. If Shelley Harper saw them, she couldn't keep her relationship with Raymond Montague a secret any longer. Selena Fair always hoped that her affair with Raymond Montague would remain a secret between them.
At least, she didn't want people close to her to know.
"Selena, did you go to see that guy again?" Because Raymond Montague was beside her, Selena Fair was somewhat flustered.
Shelley Harper laughed on the other end, "When will you be back? I want to spend stwith you tonight, and it's your birthday in half an hour." "I'll be back soon." "That was quick." Selena Fair pretended not to hear the teasing.
When they stopped at the Rose Garden, she first looked outside to make sure Shelley Harper wasn't there, presuming she was waiting upstairs, so she hurried out of the car. "Goodbye, Mr. Montague." She rushed to say goodbye but forgot her things in Raymond Montague's car.
Raymond Montague didn't remind her.
Once her figure was out of sight, he glanced at the bag of items.
He drove the car back to the hotel, and upon exiting, he thought for a moment, picked up the bag, and went upstairs.
Meanwhile, Selena Fair, stepping out of the elevator, saw Shelley Harper waiting. Shelley Harper's sharp gaze only needed one glance to notice her missing lipstick. But she didn't ask, knowing all too well.
Selena Fair opened the door, taking a small cake from Shelley Harper's hand.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNeither of them liked snacks, but a cake was a must every year.
Shelley Harper turned off the room lights and inserted two candles on top.
"Con, Selena, make a wish. You can wish for as many as you want, it's your cake." Selena Fair found it amusing, clasping her hands together, her face earnest.
First, she wished for her father's health to improve and for the Pair family to overctheir difficulties. Second, she hoped to successfully divorce Raymond Montague this year.
As she was about to blow out the candles, she thought of something else and quickly made a third wish in silence. She hoped to quickly end the seven encounters with Raymond Montague.
To owe nothing to each other.
Thinking this, she looked at the candlelight, feeling a, rememberin a bit lost, om someone who had briefly appeared in her life. He had promised to spend every birthday with her but disappeared without a word into the vast crowd.
She had searched for his nin Harvard University's database.
The ndidn't exist.
She didn't even know his real name.