Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 884 You Don't Want to See Me That Much?

Selena kept her mouth shut, feeling like there was some big secret she was missing out on.

Raymond pushed himself up on the bed, his fingers drumming on the blanket. "Selena, what's your deal? I save your butt, and you look bummed out. Were you hoping one of your boy toys would swoop in?" His face got all stormy, eyes flashing with anger, and his lips twisted up in a jealous smirk.

Selena didn't catch a word he said. The moment he admitted it, her mind was already off in la-la land.

She drifted back to that time at Silver Bay University, and then to now.

It all felt so unreal, she had tricked herself into forgetting about Silver Bay, but what about now?

She shot Raymond a suspicious look.

Raymond locked eyes with her, catching the doubt and questions in her gaze, and it just made him madder.

He straightened up, his face going full-on dark mode. "Seriously, were you waiting for someone else to save you?"

"No." Worried he might go Hulk on the hospital, Selena answered quick, then shut her eyes and leaned back like she was too wiped out to deal.

He plopped down next to her on purpose. "What's up? You really can't stand the sight of me?"

Selena didn't bother opening her eyes, just rasped out, "I'm kinda beat."

Raymond went quiet, even tucking her in with the blanket. "Alright, get some sleep. I'll stick around and keep an eye on you."

it

still remembered Ann had fallen into the river

catching some Z's in another

else and actually dozed

occasionally dabbing the sweat off her forehead with a

moves were awkward, and he

frowned in her sleep, and he quickly

up and went out, flagging down a passing

admiration when she saw his face. The next second, Raymond reached up and snagged two hairpins from her head, asking, "Got any more of these?" The nurse was practically swooning, especially

her dash into the break room, coming back with a few

them and nodded,

by the bed, and carefully pin Selena's hair back so it

"Man, I

her eyes, "Do you even know who that

calls him Mr. Montague. He's probably some big-shot CEO

on the forehead. "He's the head honcho of the Montague Family. You really

hotbeds for gossip, sometimes even requiring staff to sign confidentiality agreements. Many women had many abortions there. True love

to the room was closed, and it got

had never been there for

married for three years, and she must've gotten sick during that time.

kept wiping the sweat from

seemed to be having a nightmare, sweating bullets, her eyelashes