Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 546 It Would Be Great If You Were My Wife

Selena's gaze darted upwards, landing on the intricate tapestry of scars that marred his arm. Throughout their journey, she had remained unscathed, untouched by the thorns of their predicament. He had borne the brunt of it all. With a start, she scrambled out of the vehicle, her voice a tremulous whisper, "Raymond?" He had momentarily succumbed to unconsciousness, the brunt of the impact falling solely on him. Selena's hand quivered, a gnawing fear that they were still being pursued, gripping her heart. Hastily, she reached for his hand, intending to flee, but his weight proved too much for her to bear.

Tears welled up, blurring her vision. In her disoriented state, she heard him murmur, "Are you crying?" She lifted her gaze, meeting his pale countenance, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?" he asked.

With great effort, he rose to his feet. Selena's eyes widened in horror as she noticed his back, slick with blood, mirroring the rock he had been sprawled upon. The final impact had hurled him against the stone. His eyes bore a chilling resemblance to a lone wolf in the wilderness. "Let's go," he commanded.

They were being pursued by two formidable forces, both armed and ready. As Selena supported him, her voice barely a whisper, she asked, "Are you in pain?"

He was indeed in agony, but pride often silenced men, especially in the presence of a woman they cherished. Even if the pain threatened to consume him, he would not admit it.

Raymond in moving forward, her mind fraught with worry for John who had leaped in a

Raymond, however,

bleeding," she

abated. Alone in this desolate landscape, anyone would be gripped by fear. Raymond rose, took her hand, and proposed they move deeper into the wilderness. "The trees are tall here, and it will

in agreement

opened, and rain began to pour. Selena caught a glimpse of his wound; it was a deep gash, as if impaled by a sharp object.

a rudimentary cave

reached out, her hand brushing against his forehead. He was burning up. She quickly surveyed the cave, finding some firewood. The cave was likely a temporary

start a fire with the lighter she found on him. The smoke wouldn't drift out and

internally and cold externally. Their