Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 389 My Husband is Actually Quite Capable

Her heartbeat accelerated, pounding like a drum. She felt like a drowning fish. Selena had never imagined that one day she would be kissed by Raymond inside his wardrobe. After a long while, he released her, only to gaze at her.

Selena trembled slightly, feeling as though every cell in her body had been touched by him.

The strong aura emanated from above. She was pulled out. She hadn't forgotten that she was still in a vulnerable position, unable to move freely. "Aren't you hungry? Have something to eat."

Selena breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if he continued, she would truly die on the bed.

She had never experienced other men before, so she didn't know if other men were as energetic as Raymond.

In any case, she couldn't handle it anymore.

She could only hope that Olivia would be fortunate in the future. She always worried that Olivia would return while she sat in front of the dining car. Just as she finished eating, someone knocked on the door.

It was John, bringing a set of women's clothing, fully equipped from the inside out.

When Selena took the bag, she glanced at its contents, and her face immediately turned red. She hurried into the bedroom to change.

As she came out wearing the clothes, her legs were trembling.

"Mr. Montague, I'm done."

realized he had pushed her

"Rest when you return."

speak, her phone rang. She took

Selena instinctively walked to the side, ignoring Raymond. Mainly because she never

"That's good."

increasingly cold aura behind her. Regarding the two hundred thousand dollars, she couldn't say it in front of Raymond, so she exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging

drop even further. When she

her and chuckled lightly. His fair and slender fingertips hooked onto

of real silk. It had a unique charm when worn, and conveniently covered the marks on her neck. Clearly, John

Raymond's slight pull, the hidden marks under the collar instantly

won't be angry if

making such a gesture. Selena felt somewhat uncomfortable, as if she was being flirted with. She was really

cleanliness obsession? Didn't he like Olivia? Why could he hug and nibble on her like this? Or perhaps, were all men

Montague, I

She avoided this topic.

but hearing those words, he wished he could push her back onto the bed. The feeling of her lips was pleasant, but the things she said were unpleasant to hear. His gaze grew

as though she was being devoured by that stare. But she mustered the courage to look at him,