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.

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

Raymond rest while she examined his wounds. Raymond, however, dismissed her concern. "It's

you're bleeding,"

here, and it will take time for those people to find us.

in agreement and

rain began to pour. Selena caught a glimpse of his wound; it was a deep gash,

two-hour trek, they found a rudimentary cave where

the cave wall, his forehead glistening with sweat. Selena reached out, her hand brushing against his forehead. He was burning up. She quickly surveyed the cave, finding

the cave, then tore a piece of her coat and used it to start a fire with the lighter she found on him. The smoke wouldn't drift out and

felt hot internally and cold externally. Their