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.

to cover her stomach, and her

legs were weak

out

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

closer inspection, he noticed that her exposed skin was

before 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

front 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

eat something," he

a sigh of relief and immediately tried to

day, and

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

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

up his sleeves and sat

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

front desk, and she thought it was because the front desk staff knew she was sick and specially delivered it. After all, the hotel

lightly, his gaze

were also extraordinary, slightly elongated compared to almond-shaped eyes, with sharp corners and a cold expression when not smiling, giving off a chilly,

important to say, perhaps

appeared here; she had already told him that they could

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