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.

an hour of sleep after Raymond's relentless four-hour exertion.

out a soft sigh and dragged herself out of bed, feeling the gnawing

shuffled into the living room, a surprise awaited her. Raymond was still there. Unlike her, he hadn't slipped under the covers after tucking her in, nor had he

before him. She went to the kitchen, fetched a glass of water, and noticed the freshness of Raymond's shoes and loungewear-likely John had stopped by with them. It was their

paths wouldn't cross again after his return to New York. Yet, there they

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trysts, each time

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a glass of water and placed it beside him. He 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 illusion of domestic bliss-it was as if they were playing house. But the stark reality was that this was her home with someone else. He had simply played his cards to dispatch the man of the house, seizing the opportunity to indulge

the bed, fearing the

you going

insights. His behavior was indeed akin to that of a kept lover: seeking stolen moments and reluctant to part. A discomfort he couldn't shake settled in

decide to go is none

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

she held her breath and bit

would endure it for the sake of the $70,000,000 and because, frankly, he was a satisfying