Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 524 A Blush as Crimson as Wine

Under the concealment of the tablecloth, Selena felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. With one hand incapacitated by injury and the other occupied with a spoon for her soup, she was powerless to resist him.

She had recently caused a scene by spilling a drink on him, a spectacle that left him humiliated before everyone. It was improbable that he would let such an incident pass without retaliation. This, she surmised, was his revenge. Her grip on the spoon tightened, rendering her unable to proceed with her soup, her mind consumed by the fear of their secret being discovered.

Across the table, Lucas Den noticed her flushed cheeks and inquired with a note of concern, "Selena, are you feeling unwell? Your face is as red as a beet."

Biting her lower lip, Selena shook her head in denial.

Raymond, seated to her right, had his right hand preoccupied with his soup, while his left hand rested on her thigh. To an unsuspecting observer, there was no hint of impropriety, save for Selena's unusually flushed face.

As Raymond took his first spoonful of soup, his brow furrowed in discomfort. His tongue was smarting.

The bite Selena had inflicted on him earlier was far from playful, and the soup only served to exacerbate the stinging sensation.

nonchalance, he squeezed her thigh with his left hand

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his seat. Though skilled at handling professional matters, discussing such intimate details with a high-profile executive like Raymond was beyond his comfort

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felt someone rise from the table behind her, as if they had finished dining. It

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