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.

her hand to cover her stomach, and

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

reached out

shower before sleeping, and she was wearing a casual

skin

incline, a glimpse of her straight wrist bone was revealed. After Selena was supported by Raymond, she breathed a sigh of relief and

and then asked for the spare key," he said calmly, pointing with his

eat something," he

of relief and immediately tried to

anything all day, and her stomach was

sitting on the sofa, she took out the food from the trolley

single sofa, his dark eyes resembling gently flowing lake

sleeves and sat down on the

suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly asked, "Mr. Montague,

desk staff knew she was sick and specially delivered it. After all, the hotel she was staying at was very

his gaze fixed on

almond-shaped eyes, with sharp corners and a cold expression when not smiling, giving off a

he had something important to say,

that they could communicate

Montague, please speak your mind," she urged, thinking that