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.

hour of sleep after Raymond's relentless four-hour exertion. If she hadn't

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

surprise awaited her. Raymond was still there. Unlike her, he hadn't

space 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 fifth

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

grown too

of their trysts, each time brought her an intensity that bordered

reminded of Shelley's words-spot on,

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

was uneasy. He avoided the bed, fearing the lingering

aren't you going

the question slipping out 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

none of your concern," he

taken aback, thought with a hint of irritation, 'You're lounging on my couch, not at the

her breath and

of the $70,000,000 and