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.

changed her mind, it

reason surged up within him.

shaken awake, her voice hoarse,

"...Mr. Montague."

was really tired, can't they

just pinched her

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

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

hours, deliberately tormenting her. He had left marks all over

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felt pain all over her

sat up, but the movement pulled her waist, causing her

was already noon, and there was no one in the room. Raymond should

hadn't even been a simple clean-up. It was as if she really was just a toy for him

her fingers, took a deep breath, and covered

laughed self-mockingly, thinking

of bed, she frowned in discomfort, using the edge of

lightly, and she looked at the torn clothes on the floor; she couldn't wear

the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror, her body covered in marks

the trace of its mark extended down her

to look again, she quickly took a

there were no

felt too embarrassed to text Shelley, as she

over her head, all she could think of was his ferocity when