Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 255 Are You Deliberately Provoking Me?

A small bulge formed on the bed in the bedroom, with only smooth black hair visible. The bedside lamp was on, casting a warm atmosphere on the bed.

Raymond didn't enter directly, but knocked twice on the door with his fair knuckles. There was no response from the person inside, so he walked over.

"Selena?"

The layout of this room was the same as his room, only the decoration was different.

He turned on the light in the room and saw Selena frowning, probably because the bright light disturbed her.

Raymond raised his hand, wanting to put it on her forehead, but before he could reach, Selena opened her eyes.

There was still no color on her face, but she looked much better, and a touch of surprise crossed her eyes when she saw the person by the bed.

"Mr. Montague?"

Raymond withdrew his hand and calmly placed it on the side of his suit pants.

"Are you sick?"

Selena had a slight fever on the night she was in Ridgefield, and her menstrual period was particularly fierce today. She took three ibuprofens at noon, without considering that it might hurt her stomach. Now that she woke up, she felt unbearable pain in her stomach, as if everything was twisted together.

sat up, raised her hand to cover

wanted to get out of bed, but her legs were weak and she fell directly to the

reached out and caught

took a shower before sleeping, and she was wearing a casual camisole nightgown, so his fingertips unavoidably touched

her exposed skin was all blindingly pale and

she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood upright with the help of his hand. When she realized she hadn't let go of his hand yet, she quickly took a step back. Only then did she have the leisure to wonder why Raymond was in

on the door and when no one answered, I called you and then asked for the spare key,"

eat something,"

breathed a sigh of relief and immediately

day, and

from the trolley and drank half a bowl of porridge, finally

she saw Raymond standing next to the single sofa, his dark eyes resembling

up his sleeves and sat down on the single

embarrassed and quickly asked, "Mr. Montague, would you like

things prepared by the front desk, and she thought it was because the front desk staff knew she was sick and specially delivered it. After all, the hotel she was staying at was very nice and also expensive.

said lightly, his gaze

almond-shaped eyes, with sharp corners and a cold expression when

important to say, perhaps related

wonder he appeared here; she had already told him that they could communicate at any time if there

your mind," she urged, thinking that he wanted to change the materials or