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.

her mind, it turned out Bert

reason surged up within him. He grabbed her, continuing

shaken awake, her voice hoarse, too

"...Mr. Montague."

really tired, can't

pinched her

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

changed into a clean set

those last two hours, deliberately tormenting her. He had left marks all over her neck, not sparing even

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up, she felt

she quickly sat up, but the movement pulled

noon, and there was no one in the room. Raymond should have left a long

simple clean-up. It was as if

took a deep breath, and covered herself

then she laughed self-mockingly, thinking

discomfort, using the edge of the

muscles trembled lightly, and she looked at the torn clothes on the floor; she

and saw herself in the mirror, her

the trace of its mark extended down

she quickly took a

were

embarrassed to text Shelley, as she didn't want Shelley to

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