NovelEnglishChapter 215 Stop pretending Raymond took a deep breath, his sharp features filled with coldness. Fiona sensed that neither of the two men were easy to provoke and followed behind them, fearing their presence.
"Old man, Miss Fair has a fever and has already fallen asleep after taking medicine," Fiona said, her voice trembling.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Montague Sr. ordered her to open Selena's room door. Fiona could only comply and stood respectfully to the side.
The old man glared at Raymond and said, "Why don't you go in and have a look? Are you lying toabout your efforts as you claimed before?" Raymond's brow furrowed, wondering who had called the old man today where he felt the need to cto Ashbourne Manor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond stepped into Selena's room, but before he could say anything, the door behind him suddenly closed! Raymond's face immediately turned completely black, and his eyes seemed as icy as ever. Mr. Montague Sr. ordered Fiona to lock the door, and without delay, she swiftly locked it.
Separated by a closed door, Mr. Montague Sr. spoke to the person inside, "Raymond, you just take good care of Selena inside. It's obvious that you two sleep in separate rooms. You didn't even defend Selena when she was being bullied. Don't try to foolanymore. Selena is too kind-hearted and even tried to smooth things over for you. Hmph! Tonight, you two will sleep in the sroom for me!" Inside, Raymond stood upright, staring at the closed door in front of him. His eyes were sharp, as if they could cut through a person.
On the bed, Selena wasn't feeling well either. Her palms were sweaty from nervousness.
She didn't expect Mr. Montague Sr. to play this move and directly lock Raymond in this room.
She quietly covered her head with the blanket, tightly sealing herself off from any ventilation.
Raymond sneered and walked over to the single sofa on the side, his gaze fixed on the bundle on the bed. "Stop pretending." His tone carried a hint of disgust, and his cold stare remained fixed on the bed without blinking. Surely, this woman was purposely pretending to be sick to lure Grandpa here.
Now that he was here, why was she still hiding under the covers? Thinking about the admiration in her eyes and her willingly offered entrance in thin sleepwear, it all felt so cheap. Annoying! Raymond loosened the top button of his collar, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.
Perhaps he was really pushed to the edge this time. There was a hint of redness at the corner of his eyes, like a poisonous flower.
Selena hid under the covers, not daring to move. Without even reaching outside, she could sense that the room was colder than a refrigerator.
"Since you pretended to be sick and made Grandpa bringhere, why are you hiding now? Wasn't it enough when you willingly cto the hotel last time? My attitude has already been clear enough." Raymond was disgusted with her, to the point where even talking to her felt uncomfortable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFortunately, he would soon be going to Ridgefield. He had to stay there for a month before returning, so Grandpa wouldn't have any excuse to make him cback to Ashbourne Manor.
He took a deep breath, knowing that Grandpa was determined to keep him here tonight. He couldn't leave now, so he leaned back against the wall.
But his back injury still hadn't healed, and the more he thought about the injury being caused by this woman, the stronger his disgust grew.
Meanwhile, outside the door, Fiona was worried.
"Sir, is this really a good idea?" Mr. Montague Sr. snorted, gripping his cane in both hands.
"What's wrong with it? Selena said they've already slept together. She doesn't seem like she's lying. see she's lying. I see that Raymond has taken advantage other and is still interested in other women. That useless thing." Otherwise, he wouldn't have cheated. How could the Montague family produce such a useless person?
"You stay here and watch. No matter what Raymond says tonight, don't let anyone out. Say it's my order. Tomorrow morning, let them out." "But even so, sir, Mr. Montague probably won't touch Miss Fair." "Hmph, I already made him conssomething on the way here."
Fiona stiffened, recalling the Indian aphrodisiac that Mr. Montague asked her to place on Mr. Montague's bedside table last time. It seems that the old man really wanted to hold his great-grandson.
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