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.

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

to the side, a trickle of

head was foreign; he had never been struck before, especially not

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

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

she was afraid of him, his fingers, which had been gripping the back of

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

evident, the taste

authority, he spat out

asking for

grabbed his jacket and stormed out, slamming the door

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

her 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

eyes, was no different

lay down on the bed,

still clad in his pajamas,

still simmering. He sank

his chest was