Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 508 So You Just Like to See Me Like This

Selena, previously consumed by terror, had now regained her composure, albeit with a voice still raw from fear.

"Are you satisfied, Mr. Montague?" she asked, her question igniting the simmering fury within Raymond.

Clutching a tube of ointment, he glanced up, a puzzled expression on his face. "What do you mean?"

"Do you derive pleasure from seeing me in this state, Mr. Montague?" she retorted, her voice steady and laced with sarcasm. She offered a mocking smile, adding, "As you wish."

She lay there, curled up protectively, the delicate arches of her feet tensed, her entire demeanor radiating guardedness.

Raymond, towering over her, took in her defensive posture. His gaze fell upon a red mark on her neck, possibly a burn. He considered lashing out at her, but seeing her in such a state, his anger seemed to lodge itself in his throat. "Take your medicine and leave," he commanded, tossing the ointment aside.

Selena rose silently, retrieved the medicine from the bed, and exited without uttering a word.

As she moved, Raymond's body tensed. He watched her pull on her pants and straighten her jacket, every movement sending a jolt through his body, as if his very moisture was on the brink of evaporation.

Suddenly, he reached out, pulling her back towards him with a fierce grip, intending to apply the medicated cream.

their previous intimate encounter, despite her injury. Unable to bear it, she struck him with

reeling to the side, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth,

had never been struck before,

lip. His fingertip was stained red, blood still trickling from his mouth. His eyes flashed dangerously, his demeanor as fierce

noticed her body flinch, her eyes resigned to her fate. Still, he

had been gripping

catching a glimpse of the profound emotions hidden in her eyes, he felt a pang

his cheek was evident, the taste of blood lingering

an air of authority, he spat

asking

stormed out, slamming the

his declaration. However, the sound of the front

brow, but she didn't have the luxury to ponder his actions at that moment. She reached for the ointment and began treating her wounds. After tending to her injuries, she swallowed a few pills dryly. She had intended to leave immediately, given

eyes, was no different

and as she lay down

had left, he was still clad in his pajamas, having

room, his anger was still simmering. He sank into the couch and lit a

his chest was