Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1262 Raymond's Fickle Heart Layla's eyes filled with delighted surprise. Quickly composing herself, she nestled obediently against his chest.

"Mr. Montague, shall I peel a grape for you?" she asked, her voice sweet and delicate.

Richard also heard the woman's voice-unmistakably intimate in tone.

He immediately realized Raymond had a woman with him. His heart sank, feeling angry on Selena's behalf. "You've already found another woman? Weren't you in love with Selena?" Richard asked.

Raymond tilted Layla's chin up with his fingertip, his eyes cold and distant. "Not anymore. I've found someone more obedient." Richard ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "So everything you said about loving her was a lie? Fuck, you nearly killedand Lawrence over her. Raymond, how fickle your heart is!" Raymond remained silent.

Was his heart truly fickle? Not as fickle as Selena's, who could sit in Christopher's lap even during negotiations.

Her change of heart had happened so quickly he couldn't even process it.

Despite everything, he had begged her to stay, but she refused.

Not only refused, but wounded him with her cruel words.

With the taste of bitterness in his throat, his voice grew colder, "Yes. But She's the first one who threw her feelings away." After hanging up, he held Layla tightly.

Layla felt a rush of satisfaction, though his grip on her waist grew increasingly painful. She said nothing, using the opportunity to press herself closer against him.

Alex sat nearby, flirting with a woman beside him while calling over to Raymond.

"If you like her so much, take her to Manston Manor. She can keep you company in bed. Shouldn't you get rid of all those things at Manston Manor anyway?" Alex said casually.

"Indeed, I should." When he had lived with Selena, he had kept many of her possessions there.

She had occupied half his closet, and now how long had it been? The woman in his arms seized the moment, looking up at him with a gentle inquiry, "Mr. Montague, could I move in with you?" Raymond said nothing.

Alex, sitting just steps away, was surprised, unsure if Layla was overly ambitious or genuinely naive.

Asking Raymond such a question was essentially asking to be his kept woman.

But even for a mistress, sleeping at Manston Manor would be an unprecedented honor.

This Layla clearly aspired to becRaymond's wife.

Alex found it amusing, and a moment later heard Raymond's response.

"Very well. Be obedient, and I'll give you everything," Raymond replied.

Layla knew that when he spoke those words, he wasn't looking at her but through her, seeing another woman entirely.

But that didn't matter-she was determined to be his substitute! Raymond hadn't drunk much that evening, just a few sips. Eventually, he released Layla.

As he prepared to leave, Layla silently followed him.

Raymond instructed John, "Take her home, help her pack her things, then bring her to Manston Manor." Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! John immediately noticed how much Layla resembled Selena, though with a more youthful appearance. Selena had treated Raymond as Christopher's substitute, and now Raymond had found his own replacement.

Was this self-destruction or anger toward Selena? John didn't dare ask and quickly escorted Layla away.

Just as Layla turned the corner, a man grabbed her wrist.

The man was from the Reed family, who had funded her high school education, though his position within the family was modest, with only moderate wealth.

He had once brought seventeen-year-old Layla to Sky Gallery, where she had been dazzled by its opulence.

She had promised him that at nineteen, she would bechis girlfriend and share his bed.

But during that visit, she discovered his relatively low standing in this elite circle.

While he might be considered wealthy among ordinary people, he paled in comparison to true power players. Someone like Raymond had few equals in Silver Bay City.

Raymond's exceptional looks had captivated countless admirers since his first interviews years ago.

Layla finally had her chance to get close to him, and the fact that she resembled the woman he loved seemed like extraordinary luck.

If she could keep Raymond happy, she could have anything she wanted.

Why suffer with this Reed family member when she could aim higher? "Layla," the man called out.

Planning your weekend reading? om for Ensure you're on 00005sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! He, clearly naive, couldn't believe Layla would attach herself to Alex.

He had clooking for her himself, only to have her pull her wrist away.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reed. Someone has already paid off my debt to you. Don't clooking foragain I have a boyfriend now," she said coldly.

The young man in his twenties stood stunned, unable to believe he'd been discarded so quickly. Tomorrow would be her nineteenth birthday. He had waited for years; they had an agreement.

But Layla didn't even look at him, her mind filled only with thoughts of Raymond.

By the tJohn escorted her home, Raymond had already returned to Manston Manor.

The bedroom contained many of Selena's belongings, fromtoothbrushes to skincare products and lipsticks. She rarely wore bright red lipstick, preferring subtler shades.

Her clothes still hung in the closet.

He opened the closet door and looked inside, feeling that suffocating sensation return.

He strode quickly to a passing servant. "Clean out this room. Throw away all her things." Everyone at Manston Manor knew exactly who "she" was.

The servant nervously summoned four or five others to begin clearing out the bedroom.

Raymond loosened his tie and headed directly to his study.

But he had forgotten that his study had been remodeled as well.

e Previously, it had contained only one desk; now there were two, with m Selena's workspace right beside his. He froze momentarily before slowly walking to her desk.