Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 194 Growing Fangs, Deeply Rooted.

Raymond got into the car and didn't dare to lean his back against the seat. The pain in his back was throbbing, and it had become somewhat unbearable. But, Selena called at that moment. "Mr. Montague, I'm at the hotel. Are you coming back tonight?"

Raymond held the steering wheel tightly, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his lips turning pale.

"Mm."

His voice was flat as he hung up the phone. Selena felt relieved and waited outside the hotel room.

After about ten minutes, Raymond appeared at the elevator. Selena let out a sigh of relief and nodded at him, then proceeded to talk about the matter at hand.

"Mr. Montague, what I want to discuss is still related to Ms. Montague."

Raymond walked up to her, but instead of looking at her, he swiped the room card. Selena followed him inside, and she caught a faint smell of blood, wrinkling her brow.

According to logic, Raymond's injury should have healed by now. What could be causing this slight, bloody smell?

Raymond entered the room and instinctively began to take off his suit jacket. However, he froze when he realized Selena was there and sat directly on the couch.

"My Aunt intercepted your order?"

Judging from his expression, it seemed he remembered what happened last night, but Selena wasn't sure if he remembered the kiss.

Selena wasn't particularly moved by it, but she was worried that he might think she took advantage of his drunken state to intentionally get close to him. However, since Raymond didn't bring it up, she didn't feel comfortable asking about it herself.

"Mm."

"Was the studio heavily affected?"

Selena felt a warmth in her heart. She didn't expect him to take the initiative to ask about the situation at the studio.

"It's alright, but because I wasn't very well-liked there to begin with, some of the designers hold a grudge against me."

"I will talk to my Aunt about this matter. As for the misunderstanding between you and her, she won't come to bother you again in the future."

After all, they had already suffered the consequences, and it would create a distance between them. The matter of that night could be considered as completely resolved.

Selena breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, thank you, Mr. Montague. I will contact the suppliers again."

A smile curved on her lips, and there was a glistening in her eyes.

Raymond glanced at her, let out a sound of acknowledgment, and remained silent.

As the room grew quiet, the atmosphere became subtle. Two lone individuals who had previously shared a passionate night were now sitting face to face, both remaining silent as if the air was filled with each other's presence. Selena realized that the atmosphere was becoming too tense and decided to get up.

"Mr. Montague, I won't disturb--"

Before she could finish her sentence, John's voice came from outside the door.

"President, is your injury alright?"

John was holding a first aid kit in his hand, clearly having received a call from Raymond on his way back to the hotel.

Selena froze mid-movement and looked towards Raymond. He was injured? Upon closer inspection, his forehead was indeed damp, and his lips were pale.

John hadn't expected Selena to be there and quickly stopped speaking.

"Miss Selena, since you are here, could you please help the CEO with his medications? You are more careful than me," said Raymond, who had received help from Selena several times.

John placed the medicine box down and found another excuse to leave. He had seen this woman in the CEO's room multiple times, and there was definitely something between them. The actual development of their relationship would depend on what the CEO thought.

Selena held the medicine box and could only proceed reluctantly at this point.

"Mr. Montague, where are you injured?" she asked.

No wonder she had just smelled a strong scent of blood. Was the wound on his palm reopening?

Raymond didn't say anything. He remained silent for a while before slowly turning his back and taking off his jacket.

Selena saw the crisscrossing deep scars and exclaimed in shock, causing the medicine box to slip from her hands.

"Mr. Montague, what happened to you...?" she asked.

She quickly bent down, picking up the medicine box, but she couldn't remove the shirt because it was stuck to the wound. She became so anxious that sweat started forming on her face.

Raymond narrowed his eyes slightly and, looking through the glass in front of him, could observe her expression perfectly. She seemed genuinely scared, her hands and feet losing their composure, causing her pupils to glisten with anxiety.

Just as he was about to ask her for scissors, he felt a slight breeze brushing against his back. She was already so anxious that she blew gently on the wound reflexively.

The cool breeze landed on the wound as if it penetrated through the torn skin, drilling into the pores, and then grew fangs within the pores, deeply embedding itself.