Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 380 I Took Your Shirt

"You're so inexperienced, it seems like your husband really can't satisfy you."

He was moved, his voice a bit husky.

Selena's world was in chaos, and she didn't dare to open her mouth.

She was extremely nervous, sometimes afraid someone would push the door open, and other times afraid someone from the opposite building would see. In the end, he had exhausted her to the point of fainting.

At five in the morning, Raymond draped his suit over her, carrying her into his own car.

If someone had told him before that he would fool around with a woman in the office, he would never have believed it.

He was a workaholic, and the office was a sacred place.

But he had indulged with the woman in his arms all night long.

Selena was too tired to move, and Raymond laid her on the bed. He had intended to carry her to the bath, but her phone rang.

He frowned when he saw an unknown number and answered it. A man's voice came from the other end.

"I'm Bert, I have your husband Lucas in my hands. If you, you slut, pretend not to see my messages again, I'll kill him, do you believe me?!"

The next second, Raymond's face turned dark. He hung up the phone, looking at the exhausted woman on the bed.

He chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with an endless coldness.

No wonder she suddenly changed her mind, it turned out Bert had captured her husband.

A surge of anger that threatened to devour his reason surged up within him. He grabbed her, continuing without any mercy and pity.

Selena was shaken awake, her voice hoarse, too weak to speak.

"...Mr. Montague."

She was really tired, can't they stop?

Raymond just pinched her waist.

Two more hours passed, during which he didn't even glance at the person he had tossed around like a ragdoll on the bed.

He took a shower, changed into a clean set of clothes, and then went to the Montague family.

He had shown no mercy in those last two hours, deliberately tormenting her. He had left marks all over her neck, not sparing even the most intimate places.

*****

When Selena woke up, she felt pain all over her body.

Seeing the ceiling, she quickly sat up, but the movement pulled her waist, causing her to gasp in pain.

It was already noon, and there was no one in the room. Raymond should have left a long time ago.

Her body was a mess, and there hadn't even been a simple clean-up. It was as if she really was just a toy for him to vent on.

She curled her fingers, took a deep breath, and covered herself with the nearby blanket.

But then she laughed self-mockingly, thinking of something.

As she got out of bed, she frowned in discomfort, using the edge of the bed to support herself.

Her calf muscles trembled lightly, and she looked at the torn clothes on the floor; she couldn't wear them anymore.

She struggled to go to the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror, her body covered in marks and bruises.

When the trace of its mark extended down her neck, her pupils shrank fiercely.

Afraid to look again, she quickly took a shower.

But there were no clothes.

She felt too embarrassed to text Shelley, as she didn't want Shelley to get involved with Raymond.

These marks couldn't be washed away. As warm water poured over her head, all she could think of was his ferocity when he placed her on the office desk.

Like a hungry wolf attacking, it was completely opposite to his noble and cold demeanor.

Selena returned to the bedroom and reluctantly opened the closet.

There were many sets of Raymond's suits inside.

Her pants were still wearable, but her tops were completely ruined.

She had to take one of Raymond's white shirts.

All of his suits were tailor-made, neatly placed in the closet, and delivered freshly pressed every day.

The shirts as well.

Selena lowered her eyelashes, pondered for a moment, and decided to send him a text message.

"Mr. Montague, my clothes are ruined. I took one of your shirts."

At that moment, Raymond was sitting in his office, diligently attending to the information on his computer. When he heard the sound of a message on his phone, his fingertips paused. He checked it and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Last night, all the documents he had thrown on the floor were neatly organized.

Now that he thought about it, he was a bit afraid that she might change her mind right after she agreed.