Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 452 Did She Really Like Him?

Meanwhile, Selena was caught in a continuous sandstorm that showed no signs of stopping. After sitting in the chair for a while, she began to feel drowsy.

Raymond checked the wound on her knee, which was healing nicely. "We'll have to make do here tonight. There was a landslide on the road we used to get here, so we can't go back until the sandstorm stops and the road is cleared," he said. A large boulder was blocking the path, and it was certain that one person couldn't move it alone.

Selena was puzzled about how Raymond knew about the landslide, but she didn't ask.

Whenever they stopped talking, the atmosphere turned strange, especially with the weather and the fact that they were staying together in a shelter-like house.

Raymond was a clean freak and seemed uncomfortable in his dusty clothes. In just a minute, Selena saw him frown several times.

She hurried to the bathroom, grateful that, although narrow, it still had hot water.

"Mr. Montague, you take a shower first. I'll wash your clothes in the sink. I saw there's a hairdryer here; it should dry your shirt quickly."

Raymond didn't speak but had indeed noticed the hairdryer. He began to undress, his long fingers gracefully unbuttoning his shirt.

As he took off his shirt, he slowly revealed his excellent physique. Selena couldn't help but take a few extra glances until his shirt was thrown over her head, and his voice came with a hint of amusement. "Keep your drool to yourself."

Then he entered the bathroom, casually handing her his pants.

Selena's cheeks flushed red at the sight of his boxer shorts, and she quickly went to the sink to wash both his shirt and pants thoroughly.

probably because he was disgusted by the amount of sand and was rinsing

gaze then fell on

able to sleep. Given his obsession with cleanliness, he'd probably prefer to sit in a

that Raymond had driven his own car, which might have a blanket or

severe sandstorm outside, who knew when the car might flip

still decided to open

the door, she felt like she was almost sucked

tightly, she moved

a few mouthfuls of sand and nearly choked before finally getting inside the car. Raymond's car was well-stocked with items, all

gathered everything, and braved her way back into

hundred

she closed the door behind her, Raymond

threw a pair of

Montague, put these

back from outside, adopted an icy tone as he

the blanket she brought over the

make do tonight. This is from your own car;

on the pants she threw to

she making do

heart fluttered slightly, feeling a softness

bed's edge and saw her return to the sink, washing his shirt, suit,