Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 542 I Don't Sleep Where Others Have SleptWhen Selena was waiting for Raymond at the

The sound of the doorbell brought her back to reality, and she rose to answer it. Fresh from her shower, she noticed the faint dampness in Raymond's hair, a sign that he too had recently bathed.

Lucas had hinted at an imminent departure, a detail that Raymond had taken note of, and thus, he had chosen the Rose Garden as their rendezvous point. He had a desire to imprint his presence in this place. "Have the sheets been changed?" Raymond inquired, his hand resting on her waist. Selena responded with a hint of annoyance, "I don't sleep where others have slept. Yes, they've been changed." "And disinfected?" His persistence was grating on her nerves.

"Yes," she confirmed. Only then did Raymond pull her closer, not in a chivalrous lift, but with a firm grip on her hips, her legs encircling his waist. Selena had assumed that after such a thorough inquiry, they would retire to the bedroom. Instead, Raymond carried her to the kitchen.

The kitchen boasted a large square island, typically used for meal preparations. As he set her down on it, a shiver ran through her. "Turn off the lights," she whispered, feeling a sense of shame at their intimacy in such an unusual location. The glaring kitchen light would leave nothing to the imagination.

teeth grazing her earlobe as he asked,

too," she added, aware that the fading daylight

of his callused fingertips through her thin clothing. He was undoubtedly skilled in some form of combat. His grip on her waist tightened, and he leaned

might have genuinely fallen for him. But now, they were on borrowed time. After tonight, they would only share one

so difficult?" His eyes, dark and bottomless, sparkled with a certain intensity as he looked at her. Selena tried to lean away, but he pulled her back. "Or should we meet at your place? Would that be more suitable

was three hours later when it all ended. Selena thought the night

in light, and she recoiled, shielding her eyes from the harsh brightness. The kitchen light was blinding. Then she saw Raymond approaching, carrying a pair of lace-up high heels. Her feet

silver and adorned with rhinestones. The laces wound around her delicate calves, creating a striking contrast. She looked down at the man