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.

11:00 p.m.; she had only managed an hour of sleep after Raymond's relentless four-hour

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

she shuffled into the living room, a surprise awaited her. Raymond was still there. Unlike her, he hadn't slipped under the covers after

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 were, tangled up for

grown

track of their trysts, each time brought her

of Shelley's words-spot on, as

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,

uneasy. He avoided the bed, fearing the lingering scent

you going

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

is none of your

a hint of irritation, 'You're lounging on my couch, not at the

her breath and

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