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.

intimate encounter, despite her injury.

head reeling to the side, a trickle of blood seeping

sensation in his head was foreign; he had never been struck before, especially not by a

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

her, he noticed her body flinch, her eyes resigned to her fate. Still, he detected a flicker of well-concealed panic, a fear she

she was afraid of him, his fingers, which had been gripping the back of her collar, began to tremble

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

the taste

an air of authority, he

really asking

grabbed his jacket and stormed out, slamming the door behind him

declaration. However, the sound of the front door closing signaled his departure. Just like

began treating her wounds. After tending to her injuries, she swallowed a few pills dryly. She had intended to leave immediately, given that

eyes, was

and as she lay down

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

simmering. He sank into the

tightness in his chest was