Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 380 I Took Your Shirt

"You're so inexperienced, it seems like your husband really can't satisfy you."

He was moved, his voice a bit husky.

Selena's world was in chaos, and she didn't dare to open her mouth.

She was extremely nervous, sometimes afraid someone would push the door open, and other times afraid someone from the opposite building would see. In the end, he had exhausted her to the point of fainting.

At five in the morning, Raymond draped his suit over her, carrying her into his own car.

If someone had told him before that he would fool around with a woman in the office, he would never have believed it.

He was a workaholic, and the office was a sacred place.

But he had indulged with the woman in his arms all night long.

Selena was too tired to move, and Raymond laid her on the bed. He had intended to carry her to the bath, but her phone rang.

He frowned when he saw an unknown number and answered it. A man's voice came from the other end.

"I'm Bert, I have your husband Lucas in my hands. If you, you slut, pretend not to see my messages again, I'll kill him, do you believe me?!"

The next second, Raymond's face turned dark. He hung up the phone, looking at the exhausted woman on the bed.

He chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with an endless coldness.

it turned out

up within him. He grabbed

awake, her voice

"...Mr. Montague."

was really tired, can't

just pinched her

which he didn't even glance at the person he had tossed around like a ragdoll on

shower, changed into a clean set of clothes, and then went to the

had shown no mercy in those last two hours, deliberately tormenting her. He had left marks all over her neck, not sparing

*****

up, she felt pain

movement pulled her waist, causing her to

was no one in the

body was a mess, and there hadn't even been a simple clean-up. It

breath, and covered herself with the

she laughed self-mockingly, thinking

out of bed, she frowned in discomfort, using

lightly, and she looked at the torn clothes on

to go to the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror, her body

the trace of its mark extended down her

look again, she quickly took

were no

to text Shelley, as she didn't want

As warm water poured over her head, all she could think of was his ferocity