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.

quickly sat up, raised her hand to cover her stomach,

her legs

out and caught

before sleeping, and she was wearing a casual camisole nightgown,

skin was all blindingly pale and had

she came. Her figure was sleek and straight, and as she made a slight incline, a glimpse of her straight wrist bone was revealed. After Selena was supported by Raymond, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood upright with the help of his hand. When she realized she hadn't let

desk knocked on the door and when no one answered, I called you and then asked for the spare key," he said calmly, pointing

something,"

a sigh of relief and immediately tried

all day, and

the sofa, she took out the food from the trolley and drank half a bowl

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

his sleeves and sat down on the single

quickly asked, "Mr. Montague, would

thought it was because the front desk staff knew she was sick and specially delivered it.

lightly, his

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

had something important to

wonder he appeared here; she had already told him that they could

thinking that he