Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1272 Behind the Act

Selena remained motionless, as if frozen in place. As the man approached, Raymond's distinctive scent grew stronger.

She opened her mouth, then slowly closed it again, pushing him away.

This couldn't be Raymond, she thought. Someone must be impersonating him.

But in the next moment, the man pulled her into a fierce embrace.

Selena stiffened, then began struggling, pounding her fists against his back.

She could only manage faint cries, her hands frantically striking his back.

Raymond heard her attempts at speech and froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The pain in his heart was indescribable-like his soul had been ripped away, his body cut to pieces and crudely reassembled.

His hands gripped her shoulders tightly. "What happened to your voice?" he asked hoarsely.

In his shock and distress, he forgot to disguise his voice.

Selena stiffened, thinking she must be hallucinating.

Raymond?

Her eyes widened, and she lowered her head, trying to cover her eyes.

Raymond grabbed her hands firmly, his eyes red with fury. "What happened to your eyes? And your voice? Tell me who did this."

away and

fell to the floor the

pulled her up and held her tightly against him.

her earring, then

didn't understand but removed her earring, wincing at the

threw the earring out the window, his eyes burning with emotion. "Don't worry.

grew calm, uncertain

if K was monitoring her, if he'd heard that Raymond had

felt around on the floor, trying to find Raymond's

in his. "We'll never be apart again." He then

him desperately, taking his fingertips in

with tear-filled eyes,

might return soon and knew Raymond had

to him-words that could destroy a man's dignity-yet he had come for her

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her face, dropping onto the floor, but she continued tapping

understood what had caused her blindness and damaged

family, his expression turned cold, his eyes looking

held her in his

the floor, finally emphasizing: If he gave up the Montague

So that was it.

placed it against his cheek, nuzzling it gently. Though they were in Christopher's villa, neither cared about

especially the connection to Barbara. She could only tell him she was being monitored by a powerful third

her fingertips wet with her tears that had fallen to

wanted to cry but couldn't.

unable to form words. He could only hold her tightly against