Once doormat Now Untouchable Novel

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Chapter 642

Turning the tables was a professional habit Tiffany had honed

over years in court.

Raymond had not learned that today. Even when they were

dating, the signs had been there. She liked to hold the reins.

Whether they advanced or retreated, the decision had to be hers.

She had pursued him first. And when they broke up, she had

ended it with a single sentence and cut off all contact.

Now, when she accused him of eavesdropping, Raymond

showed no embarrassment. His voice remained cool. "I'm

standing outside my own home. How is that eavesdropping?

You just didn't notice me."

For a fleeting second, Tiffany thought she heard something

almost like grievance in his last sentence. It had to be her

imagination.

A man born with a silver spoon like Raymond made others feel

wronged. He was never the one wronged.

She nodded. "Fair enough."

With no intention of continuing the conversation, she turned to

go inside. As she reached to close the door, he stepped forward

and braced a hand against the panel. His eyes locked on hers

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without blinking.

She paused. "Anything else?"

"Not from the same world as me, but from the same world as

Glen?"

The question came without warning. She understood at once.

She lowered her gaze briefly, let her hand fall from the door, and

leaned lightly against the entryway cabinet.

Her red lips curved as she spoke with blunt calm. "Do you want

to rekindle things with me?"

"Ido."

She asked directly. He answered without hesitation. When she

looked up, determination burned clearly in his eyes.

She smiled faintly. "But | don't.”

Three simple words should have ended the conversation.

Raymond had never been the type to retreat. His dark eyes fixed

on her as he spoke in a low, steady voice. "I said, | do. When we

were together before, it was your decision. When we broke up, it

was also your decision. This time, shouldn't it be my turn?"

At first glance, the logic sounded reasonable. On closer

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inspection, it made no sense.

Tiffany had no desire to argue outside a courtroom. She waved

the point aside. "I told you long ago. Talk to me when you're

actually able to marry me.”

He paused. "Talk? Or can | marry you directly?"

It was not the first time she had set that condition. It was the

first time he had responded like this.

A flicker of surprise crossed her face, then faded into faint

amusement, as if she had heard a dark joke.

“What would you marry me with?" she asked coolly. “You can't

even decide your own career.”

At the hospital, she had heard enough. He was resigning. She

knew better than anyone how steadfast he had been about

medicine.

Most heirs to wealthy families studied finance or business and

waited to inherit the family empire. Raymond had chosen a

different path, one he genuinely loved. Now even he could not

escape the rules of his world.

He raised an eyebrow. "You heard?"

Perhaps the subject was too sensitive. She caught a faint sting

in his tone. She had accused him of eavesdropping, yet she had

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overheard his private matter.

She did not deny it. "You're smart. You know better than | do. We

were never from the same world."

She glanced toward the window, where countless city lights

shimmered below.

“No matter how hard | climb for the rest of my life, | won't reach

your starting line." Her voice remained calm. "But Raymond, my

time and my feelings aren't worth any less than yours.”