Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 507 He Pushed Her Away in Disgust

The sensation was intolerable. His eyelashes dipped low as he seized her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze. "Why are you weeping?" he demanded.

Selena's eyes remained shut, her teeth gritted in a silent refusal to utter a word. She appeared even more frail than before, her cheeks sunken; with the slightest touch, it seemed as though he could shatter her jaw. He retracted his hand abruptly, bewildered by the sudden wave of compassion that washed over him.

He had always been slow to develop affection, and having been involved with Olivia, he knew this feeling was not akin to love. Was it fury? Or something else entirely? At least he had never experienced this with anyone else; he had always been more severe.

Selena was equally obstinate; when he was harsh, she would remain silent, bearing the brunt of it all with gritted teeth. The last thing men like Raymond desired was a woman who behaved in such a manner, so once he was done, he couldn't summon any further interest. To him, she might as well have been lifeless.

In a fit of annoyance, he shoved her away. "That's enough for tonight," he declared.

quivering faintly. She began to dress without sparing Raymond a glance, which only served to stoke his irritation further. Recalling the incident with the bracelet, he concluded that she was utterly clueless. He drew a deep breath and headed straight for the bathroom

She was no stranger to the reflective

phone to call Selena. "Are you unwell?" he asked. Indeed, Selena was feeling dreadful, her stomach writhing in agony. Raymond hastily donned his robe, descended in the elevator, and found her clutching her stomach, seated on the lobby sofa. He rushed over, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the

Selena, perspiring and curled up in his arms, looked genuinely delicate. He strode into the room, laid her on the bed, and promptly contacted

her pants to inspect her. Selena, realizing

at her pants. Selena lashed out, her leg striking his cheek. Startled by the kick and realizing her leg had landed

be withdrawn. Raymond couldn't identify the problem, so he asked, "Is the pain internal or external?" Selena's face was buried in the pillow, flushed as if it were about to

she'd endured before. She remained silent, so Raymond, assuming she

hand away with a scowl. "What are you doing?" he demanded. The doctor, perspiring with nervousness, stuttered, "I need to examine

injury," Raymond retorted. Seeing