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.

was now 11:00 p.m.; she had only managed an hour of sleep after Raymond's relentless four-hour exertion. If she hadn't

sigh and dragged herself out of bed, feeling the gnawing emptiness in her stomach.

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

that others had claimed the 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

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

the solitude has grown too heavy,'

each time brought her an intensity that bordered

Shelley's

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

avoided the bed, fearing the lingering scent of

going

before he could stop it. It struck him then, echoing Alex's insights. His behavior was indeed akin to that of a kept lover:

I decide to go is none of your

irritation, 'You're lounging on my

her breath

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