Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 340 Still in the Interlocked Fingers Position

When she heard the door open, she put the newspaper down, after waiting here for so long, the bad mood she had just been in was gradually recovering, but that didn't change what she had to do right away. "Mr. Montague," she called out politely.

Raymond walked behind the black marble table and sat down in the leather chair. "If there's something to be done, we'll talk about it in two hours, I'm in a meeting first."

Selena lowered her lashes, she'd waited two hours anyway and didn't mind waiting any longer, she had to get it done tonight. "Okay, Mr. Montague you go ahead." Raymond looked up, his deep eyes falling on her.

John pushed his way in at that moment and brought Raymond a cup of coffee.

As he was about to exit, Raymond asked softly, "Selena, have you had dinner yet?"

Selena had just been pissed off at Sofia, so how could she care about dinner. "Nope."

"John, fix her a dinner." Raymond said.

John paused slightly in his steps, thinking that the president, though he didn't want to admit it, was quite attentive to Miss Fair.

"Mr. Montague, I'm not hungry." Selena didn't appreciate that.

Raymond's eyes narrowed and he slowly opened the computer next to him. "I don't know when the meeting will be over, at least two hours, so eat something first." Selena stopped refusing.

John didn't dare to just go and serve a staff meal, so he had to step up and notify the Star Hotel side, and in less than half an hour, a small food cart was pushed to the top floor and pushed in front of Selena. Selena was a little startled, remembering the food cart that had appeared at Olivia's door.

A small table was placed in front of her with everything from a small appetizer to a dessert at the end of the meal.

Selena hadn't been hungry, but these things did look appetizing.

So without holding back, she picked up her fork and ate slowly and methodically.

Raymond was just sitting in his leather chair for the meeting when his afterglow glanced at her.

Seeing her stuffing a small piece of dessert into her mouth with her fork, probably because she had something on her mind, the cream accidentally brushed against the corner of her mouth.

Raymond's fingers trembled for a moment, withdrawing his gaze and pretending to look at the screen in front of him in a bashful manner.

The foreign executives were still reporting back one by one, but he found it tasteless.

Selena finished eating and took the financial newspaper to read it again, her forehead hair falling naturally, only revealing a white face.

After half an hour, she was probably sleepy, and the speed of her eyes closing slowed down.

The newspaper in her hand fell to her feet, and Raymond's voice unconsciously became smaller.

She leaned against a cushion on the side and fell straight to sleep.

The original two-hour meeting was extended to three hours because of a small change in the middle.

After it ended, Raymond closed the computer and glanced at the sky outside.

It was completely dark and Vanguard was lit up.

He had texted John that he was going to drive himself tonight, and John had gone ahead.

At that moment Raymond got up and eased his way over to Selena's side.

She was sleeping so soundly that it was all too much for him to disturb.

"Selena?" said Raymond in his well-dressed suit, reaching out his long fingertips to push.

But Selena happened to be awake and a little confused at this time, so subconsciously she raised her hand and grabbed his outstretched hand.

It was still in the ten-fingered position.

She assumed it was Max, it was a game she and Max always played.

When she came to her senses and saw that the person in front of her was Raymond, she reacted instantly in shock and shook her hand away in a hurry.

"...Mr. Montague!" Selena glanced outside, realizing just how long she'd been asleep, and hastily pretended to tidy up the mess on the small table to avoid the embarrassment of shaking his hand away. The lights in the office were bright and quiet.

Selena, however, felt the cool, ghostly sight of someone brighter than the light fall upon her, "I'm sorry, Mr. Montague, I thought it was Max.