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.

up, raised her hand to cover her stomach, and

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

out and caught

a casual camisole nightgown, so

that her exposed skin was all blindingly pale and

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

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

something," he

of relief and immediately

anything all day, and her

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

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

up his sleeves and sat down on the

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

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. Moreover, it was owned by the Montague

said lightly, his gaze fixed

corners and a cold expression when not smiling, giving off a chilly, aloof

thought he had something important to

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

mind," she urged, thinking that he