Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 450 Sand on the Heart

Raymond floored the accelerator, not even pausing to contemplate why he was so worried. He was bordering on a panic attack.

What should've been an hour's journey took him only forty minutes. Yet not long after crossing some distance, he heard a sound from behind. A massive boulder had tumbled down, blocking the path home.

However, he didn't stop and pushed on towards the Sandbar. The visibility on the road dwindled to near nothingness; he practically had to bulldoze his way through to get to the front of the bungalow, instantly spotting the parked car outside. He hurriedly opened his vehicle's door and walked over to knock on her window.

There, Selena was hunched over the steering wheel, clearly frightened.

Alone, stranded in the wrath of a dust storm, the relentless tapping on the windows only grew more intense.

"Selena!" Raymond called out, rapping harder on the glass.

Selena was still in a daze when she heard someone shouting. She turned her head and locked eyes with Raymond as he stood outside her window. A bright flash crossed her mind, disbelief settling in as she hastily opened the car door. But before she could utter a word, a mouthful of dust invaded her space, filling her mouth and nose.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Raymond yanked her out, slammed the car door shut, and quickly unlocked the door to the small house with his keys.

Once the thick door closed behind them, the howling winds were silenced; their eerie cries left outside.

Having never experienced this, Selena was still coughing, and her face was smeared with dirt. A swipe with a tissue revealed a yellow stain.

Raymond wasn't faring much better himself.

spinning him around to make sure he was unharmed. Only after confirming he was fine,

her remark, leaving

came

what Selena

actually just

let out an "Oh"

too risky, stepping out in

he cut her off sharply, "You're one

only managing to squeeze out after a long pause, "I was worried

the Montague family would never

was Raymond who

his eyebrow, he

away, "Go

hurried to the sink inside, earnestly washing her face and even rinsing her mouth with clean

you should get cleaned up as

so disheveled before. His suit had gathered dust,

and washed the grit

Ridgefield's caretakers had only cleaned up this bungalow during the last couple of days, there were no spare clothes here so for the time being, he had to remain in his sand covered suit. Previously,

500-square-foot space had become unusually

he also took

and the skies were stained

to the window, breaking