Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 492 Women Need to be Pampered

Raymond seized the handheld showerhead, dousing her hair in a gentle cascade of water. He allowed her to lean against him, her body limp with exhaustion, as he began to wash her hair.

Selena, too weary to even flutter her eyelids open, had drifted into a peaceful slumber. She had yearned to tear him apart, but now, she was oblivious to his tender care.

This was uncharted territory for Raymond. He had never pampered anyone in this manner before, and his inexperience was evident as he squeezed out an excessive amount of shampoo. He began to gently knead it into her hair, careful not to hurt her.

The shampoo lathered quickly, and he consciously moderated his strength, ensuring he didn't cause her any discomfort. After nearly half an hour of meticulous massaging, he rinsed away the foam with the showerhead, ensuring her hair was thoroughly cleaned.

All the while, Selena remained sprawled across his chest, her breaths deep and even in sleep.

Once he had dried her off, Raymond gently lifted her and placed her on a nearby chair. She was so deeply asleep that she kept sliding down, unable to maintain an upright position.

With no other choice, Raymond sat down and cradled her in his arms, using a blow dryer to gently dry her hair. Despite its low hum, the noise from the hair dryer disrupted her peaceful slumber. "It's noisy," she murmured in a raspy voice, swatting at the air in annoyance.

Raymond recalled a time when he had gone to bed with wet hair while overseas, resulting in a two-day headache. Seeing Selena resist the hair dryer, he frowned and ordered firmly, "Don't move." And she complied, drifting back into sleep within the comfort of his embrace.

Despite her short haircut, her thick, silky strands took a good twenty minutes to dry.

He carried her into the bedroom, checking her over carefully before pulling the covers over her.

finished, the clock read 8 a.m., well past his usual

private room at the end of the hall was buzzing for four straight hours." Raymond, feeling a sense

mood had improved significantly. "If you really like her,

her,"

He usually showed resistance to his

night? If someone told me that the

so you went off to share the same dish with

the call abruptly and snuffed

inquiring why he hadn't shown up at the office. It was unlike Raymond, a well-known workaholic, to miss work for over a week without a word, especially since he'd been a bit

to the hotel. By the time he arrived, Raymond was fresh

office which Raymond took, thinking

the evening until he heard sounds from the bedroom, a sign that

the familiar ceiling as she recognized the

Just four more times.

he'd just hurry up and finish whatever business he had this week, so she wouldn't have to

legs trembled slightly as she slid out of bed and

suit, Raymond's usually dominant and rough demeanor from

placed a gift