Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 12 She's Not My Wife

Joseph was less than 3 feet behind her, and his bodyguards were outside.

Meanwhile, she saw Raymond wearing a black tracksuit with his left hand in his pocket. He was tall with slender legs, and every move he made showed elegance and gracefulness. He stood at the door of a lounge nearby, about to go in.

Joseph licked his lip and looked brazenly at her back. He said in a volume that only she could hear, "He's here. Aren't you gonna say hello?"

Selena took a deep breath. Having no time to hesitate, she walked toward Raymond at once.

Raymond put his hand on the doorknob. He had barely opened the door a crack when he heard footsteps behind him, and in the next second, a woman's soft body bumped into him. She cleverly slid into the lounge together with him before he could say a word.

Raymond pulled a long face. "Get out."

Selena locked the door swiftly and then turned to look at him sincerely, leaning against the door. "Mr. Montague, I didn't mean to disturb you. Mind if I hide here for a while?" He looked at her knee, not saying anything.

She followed his gaze and saw her knee, too. Only then did she realize that due to the warm water, the red mark on her knee had worsened.

What was more, it seemed like the result of some certain sex position.

"I bumped my knee when I got in the car..."

Selena couldn't help but blush after explaining awkwardly, a bit uneasy.

thought, 'He didn't ask. Why

here?" Raymond asked

"To work," she said.

whole place

meaningfully, his expression complicated. Then he turned to the bathroom. He didn't kick

the bathroom, Selena looked away. Yet out of the corner of her

fat at all. Water was running from his muscular chest down to his lower

was no stranger to the warmth and

closed her eyes and turned

had already

over, she had no intention

awkward for me enough already. Now that we're about to get a divorce, I ought to know my place.' Raymond changed into a

it and saw a waiter, who brought him iced coffee. "Mr.

and the waiter

picked up a note that had been posted in an obvious corner

"Thanks, Mr. Montague."

one signed, he knew

situ, feeling again that

was used