Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 440 You Don't Mind?

In the subsequent moments, Selena did comply with his suggestion. Nevertheless, the posture she assumed proved embarrassingly unstable, and her body quivered beyond her control.

It seemed like an eternity before the doorbell finally rang, announcing the arrival of their ordered meal.

Raymond sensed her body tense and a thin layer of sweat break out over her skin as though she were nervous.

His gaze intensified, and his movements became more deliberate.

"Isn't your husband out of town on business? What? Afraid of getting caught?" he taunted.

Selena didn't respond, only pleading with him to hasten.

Still, she knew that once Raymond embarked on a course of action, he wasn't one to easily stop. As such, her thoughts lingered on the food, likely no longer edible, until she drifted off to sleep.

...

Selena woke up once in the night, consumed by a fever. Despite this, she took medication and engaged in several more hours of intense activity with Raymond. To her surprise, when she woke up again, she noticed a significant improvement in her condition.

was now 11:00 p.m.; she had only managed an hour of sleep after Raymond's relentless four-hour exertion. If she hadn't

dragged herself out of bed, feeling the gnawing emptiness in her stomach. She couldn't

there. Unlike her, he hadn't slipped under the

had claimed the space before him. She went to the kitchen, fetched a glass of water, and noticed the freshness

again after his return to New York. Yet, there they were, tangled up for the fifth

the solitude has grown too heavy,' she

of their trysts, each time brought

was reminded of Shelley's

looked up at her. She stood there in her usual casual attire, her short hair flowing softly around her delicate features instead of being tied back in the typical low ponytail. For a fleeting moment, Raymond felt the

avoided the bed, fearing the lingering scent of

aren't you going home?"

before he could stop it. It struck him then, echoing Alex's insights. His behavior was indeed akin to that of a kept lover: seeking stolen moments and reluctant to part. A discomfort

to go is none of your concern," he snapped

taken aback, thought with a hint of irritation, 'You're lounging on my couch,

breath and bit back

of the $70,000,000 and because, frankly,