Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 19 Compensation for That Night

The room fell silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Once again, Raymond felt like he might be experiencing auditory hallucinations. Did she call him her husband because she mistook him for someone else?

The crystal chandelier illuminated her face as she carried on speaking. "I can't recall what happened that night anymore. I believe you have forgotten it too. I apologize for mistaking you for my husband just now." Being adults, it was unnecessary to assign blame or hold anyone responsible for what happened that night. After all, it was all Beatrice's fault. Work was now the top priority. There was no need to dwell on insignificant matters.

"If you're interested in my design work, please feel free to share your specifications." Selena effortlessly changed the topic back to work as if what happened that night was not worth mentioning.

Raymond remained silent. He had caught a glimpse of the bruises peeking out from under her sheer clothing in the bathroom earlier, which reminded him of his uncontrollable behavior that night. In hindsight, he knew that things would only worsen then.

Selena just went home like that, yet her husband had not yet made a fuss or resorted to divorce. Was he truly indifferent, or were their marital issues already simmering beneath the surface?

connection with my husband remains as it was," she lifted her gaze to

of being cuckolded. The very notion of another male encroaching upon his domain was unthinkable. He remembered Selena's words about how this project alone could net

said, "I'll entrust you with the design work of

lips, his eyes were drawn irresistibly to hers, which shimmered with a rosy,

had secured the project. "Okay, I won't let you down. Should you have any insights or recommendations, don't hesitate to reach out at any

sensation, grappling with the abrupt shift in her demeanor. Just

aware that someone might actually dislike him, a realization that left

the door, Selena asked, "What about payment for the

a gift," he replied coldly before wrenching open the door and slamming

legs trembled, feeling as if they might give way beneath her, and beads of sweat began to trace a path down her forehead. Retreating to the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face several times. She

bathtub since there was no feasible alternative. It

clothes and placed them neatly aside before stepping into the tub. The icy chill was immediate, causing her teeth to