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.

after Raymond's relentless four-hour exertion. If she hadn't consistently complained about her legs hurting,

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

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

avoided the bed, possibly thinking that others had claimed the space before him. She went to the kitchen, fetched a glass of water,

to New York.

the solitude has grown

trysts, each time brought her an

reminded of Shelley's words-spot

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

uneasy. He avoided the bed, fearing the

you going

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

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

her breath and bit

endure it for the sake of the