Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1158 A Humble Approach Works Better with Her

Selena was kissed into a daze and couldn't say a word afterward.

Raymond pressed her down in the hot spring twice, then picked her up and pressed her against the wall of the changing room.

He probably knew he wouldn't be able to make love to her again for a while, so he did it all night.

Selena was so exhausted that she fell asleep and woke up the next evening.

Her whole body felt like it was falling apart. Seeing the familiar ceiling, she knew this was Manston Manor.

The images in her mind were fragmented. First, she was surprised, then angry, her chest trembling with rage.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door was pushed open, and Raymond walked in with a bowl of porridge, looking serious. "Selena, you're awake."

Selena took a deep breath, her face turning cold.

"Explain."

He placed the porridge beside her, stirred it with a spoon, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

"Eat first."

Selena turned her head away, too angry to speak, let alone eat.

Raymond put down the spoon, sighed slightly, and took out a recording from last night.

"This isn't right, is it?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"You'll blame me when you wake up."

"No, I made the first move."

He lowered his eyelashes and continued stirring the porridge, not saying a word, but his message was clear.

Absurdly, hearing this recording, Selena felt a sudden pang of guilt.

she who initiated

carefully, Raymond had warned her not to drink too much last night, but her attention was diverted by his mention of the Smith family, so she didn't listen carefully. She couldn't remember what happened afterward, only that it felt

care of her, but the lovemaking

still stirring the

to comfort him but remembering their awkward relationship,

and slowly stood up, "I'll have

words made her guilt reach

Group still

on one

hand was bandaged,

how he got those blisters, they seemed to be from

turned and walked to the door, just in

Montague, the soup you made is ready. Should I bring it up to

his hand was burned

a tough attitude, would be put off, but if treated kindly, she would be

moment, Raymond's voice came

you back. I

was immature

he would

she first woke up, she thought he had set her up last night and forced her, but it turned out she was just drunk and mesmerized by Raymond's face. Initially, she liked Raymond's face, his long, slender fingers,

really did something she

misunderstood him, just chose to play the

clenched instantly, wanting to apologize, but

up, and put

was too sore; she knew his stamina in

she slowly walked to the study, still

a stormy night, and he took her to the hot spring,

"Raymond..."

she could finish, his voice came through the study

need

this was

Raymond. If he didn't change, there was no need for

"About earlier, I'm sorry."

to me, you always think I'm

words were like a

door was pushed open from the inside, and John