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.

Raymond's relentless four-hour exertion. If she

sigh and dragged herself out of bed, feeling the gnawing emptiness in her stomach. She couldn't get back to sleep without a

there. Unlike her, he hadn't slipped under

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

return to New York. Yet, there they

grown too

each time brought her an intensity

reminded of Shelley's

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

the bed, fearing the lingering scent of another

you going home?"

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 he couldn't shake

to go is none of

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

her breath

of the $70,000,000 and because,