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.

encounter, despite her injury.

head reeling to the side, a trickle of blood

buzzing sensation in his head was foreign; he had never been struck

blood from his lip. His fingertip was stained red, blood still trickling from his mouth. His eyes

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

had been gripping the back of her collar,

other woman, he would have already cast her out for his subordinates to deal with. But at that moment, catching a glimpse of the profound emotions hidden in her eyes, he felt a pang not on his cheek, but deep within his heart. This inexplicable sensation

the taste of blood lingering in his mouth. He released

an air of authority, he spat out

asking for

words, he grabbed his jacket and stormed out, slamming the door behind him with a resounding

the sound of the front door closing signaled

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 that she was

her eyes, was no different from

fatigue overwhelmed her, and as she lay down on the bed, she

he was still clad in his pajamas, having only grabbed a coat for

simmering. He sank into

tightness in his