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.

his teeth grazing her earlobe as he asked, "Where's

He complied, plunging the kitchen into darkness. "The living room lights too," she added, aware that the fading daylight outside still allowed for visibility. Raymond obediently extinguished the remaining lights, and with the

neared, his hand tightened around her waist, and she could feel the roughness of his callused fingertips through her thin clothing. He was undoubtedly skilled in some form of combat. His grip

this way, she might have genuinely fallen for him. But now, they were on borrowed time. After tonight,

want to take you out now. Is that 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 for a virtuous wife and loving

her mouth to respond, but he didn't give her the chance. He held her, exerting a force that left her breathless. It was three hours later when it all ended. Selena thought the night was over, but she watched as he turned and left, leaving her alone on the kitchen island,

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 dangled

creating a striking contrast. She looked down at the man assisting her, a strange sense of shame washing over her. "Mr. Montague,