Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 507 He Pushed Her Away in Disgust

The sensation was intolerable. His eyelashes dipped low as he seized her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze. "Why are you weeping?" he demanded.

Selena's eyes remained shut, her teeth gritted in a silent refusal to utter a word. She appeared even more frail than before, her cheeks sunken; with the slightest touch, it seemed as though he could shatter her jaw. He retracted his hand abruptly, bewildered by the sudden wave of compassion that washed over him.

He had always been slow to develop affection, and having been involved with Olivia, he knew this feeling was not akin to love. Was it fury? Or something else entirely? At least he had never experienced this with anyone else; he had always been more severe.

Selena was equally obstinate; when he was harsh, she would remain silent, bearing the brunt of it all with gritted teeth. The last thing men like Raymond desired was a woman who behaved in such a manner, so once he was done, he couldn't summon any further interest. To him, she might as well have been lifeless.

In a fit of annoyance, he shoved her away. "That's enough for tonight," he declared.

Selena was left alone on the bed, her calves quivering faintly. She began to dress without sparing Raymond a glance, which only served to stoke his irritation further. Recalling the incident with the bracelet, he concluded that she was utterly clueless. He drew a deep breath and headed straight for the bathroom to shower, leaving Selena to her own devices.

Once she was fully clothed, Selena made her exit. She was no stranger to the reflective surfaces of the elevator, always feeling a pang of regret over the course of her life.

After his shower, Raymond noticed her absence, his brow creasing involuntarily. Then, he spotted a trace of red on the sheets. His fingers trembled as he reached for his damaged phone to call Selena. "Are you unwell?" he asked. Indeed, Selena was feeling dreadful, her stomach writhing in agony. Raymond hastily donned his robe, descended in the elevator, and found her clutching her stomach, seated on the lobby sofa. He rushed over, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the same emotion he had felt in Ridgefield when he discovered she had ventured out into a sandstorm engulfing him.

He approached her, scooped her up in his arms, and returned to the elevator. Selena, perspiring and curled up in his arms, looked genuinely delicate. He strode into the room, laid her on the bed, and promptly contacted a doctor. Selena lay on her side, refusing to engage with him. "Where does it hurt?" he asked. She offered no response. Raymond felt his irritation mounting. What kind of woman was this?

Drawing a deep breath, he made to remove her pants to inspect her. Selena, realizing his intentions, resisted, "Down there." She closed her eyes, evading his touch.

"Let me see," Raymond insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed and continuing to tug at her pants. Selena lashed out, her leg striking his cheek. Startled by the kick and realizing her leg had landed in an inappropriate place, she hastily attempted to retract it.

But he caught her leg and examined her in that position. She felt humiliated, her leg trapped and unable to be withdrawn. Raymond couldn't identify the problem, so he asked, "Is the pain internal or external?" Selena's face was buried in the pillow, flushed as if it were about to bleed.

It was a different kind of humiliation than what she'd endured before. She remained silent, so Raymond, assuming she was in pain, urged the doctor to hasten his arrival.

Upon his arrival, the doctor posed the same questions and then sought to examine Selena's private areas. Raymond pushed the doctor's hand away with a scowl. "What are you doing?" he demanded. The doctor, perspiring with nervousness, stuttered, "I need to examine her myself."

"I've already checked. It's an internal injury," Raymond retorted. Seeing Raymond's protective stance, the doctor quickly prescribed medication.

"Apply these topically and internally. Also, be mindful of your intercourse, it should not be too vigorous. Women can easily get hurt if they are too tense," the doctor advised.

Raymond suddenly recalled how he had intentionally frightened her earlier that night by opening the window, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. He felt a twinge of regret. "Understood," he replied.

When the doctor departed, Raymond took the ointment and was about to apply it between her legs.