Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 547 Falling in Too Easily

Selena was taken aback as he withdrew his hand, seemingly having fainted from a fever.

The rain had been falling continuously outside. In this kind of weather, there was fog in the mountains, and the mist was quite heavy.

Even if someone were to replace them, it would take some time.

Selena added a few dry twigs to the bonfire, pondering that the nearby village was likely quite distant. Otherwise, why would the villagers come up the mountain to gather firewood? Her palm rested on Raymond's forehead as he was running a high fever.

Selena gently moved her body, rolled up the already dry jacket, and placed it under his head, letting him lean against the mountain wall.

Then she took off his already dried shirt. There was a blood hole in the back of the shirt, and his back was still bleeding and starting to swell.

Selena dared not do anything else; lacking medicinal herbs and with the water contaminated by bacteria, she refrained from taking any risks. She simply tore his shirt into strips to dress his wound. She fetched some mountain spring water from inside the cliff to moisturize her lips.

As she sat back next to him, he seemed to react, leaning his head on her shoulder.

Watching the flickering fire in front of her, Selena curled her legs up, allowing him to lean more comfortably.

It felt like they were back in Ridgefield, just the two of them, alone. Back then, a sandstorm raged outside; now, it was pouring rain.

The distinction lay in his state of unconsciousness and his newfound fragility, no longer the assertive Raymond in every way.

Selena added more firewood to the pit, unwittingly staying here for several hours.

The mist outside thickened, and with such heavy rain, the helicopter dared not take flight.

Ensuring the fire wouldn't extinguish, Selena then gently laid him down, placing a small cushion behind his head.

But his hand tightly gripped her wrist as if she might run away.

Selena seated herself nearby, refraining from slumber, wary of any potentially hostile creatures in the vicinity.

Just as she contemplated rising to stoke the fire, Raymond placed his head on her lap once more.

She had to straighten her legs, pressing her fingertips against his temple.

In such surroundings, it's effortless to reminisce about the little moments in time.

Raymond was encroaching upon her life.

In a recent instance, his penchant for cleanliness even extended to seeking intimacy at her residence.

Like a puppy marking its territory, it seemed that as long as it claims the territory, everything within it became its own.

She lowered her head, carefully examining his eyebrows and eyes, gently stroking his eyelashes with her hand.

Leaning against the mountainside, uncertain of when their final intimate encounter would transpire, she harbored a subtle yet palpable sense of reluctance, an Achilles' heel common among women. When it came to men entering their bodies, women inevitably experienced a distinct emotional resonance, easily spiraling into depths of sentiment, especially when the man in question was Raymond. Selena raised her hand to massage her forehead and let out a sigh.

Outside the cave, a clap of thunder sounded, turning the rain into a torrential downpour.

Throughout the latter half of the night, Raymond persistently complained of feeling cold despite lying right by the fire pit.

At her wits' end, Selena had no choice but to help him up and embrace him tightly.

Nestled within her arms, he sought solace in her warmth. Selena then assisted him in lying back down, holding him close. Intuitively recognizing where the warmth resided, he remained in that spot, constantly shifting to replace comfort.

Then Selena felt someone unbuttoning her clothes.

She was a bit speechless and held his hand.

"When injured, refrain from thoughts of intimacy."

Raymond instantly became compliant, yet his hand remained unmoved in that position.

She, too, couldn't be bothered with affectation at this moment, closing her eyes.

When Paul ushered the individuals in, he immediately spotted the two figures nestled together.

Selena vaguely sensed someone calling her, promptly opening her eyes.

When she saw someone carrying Raymond out on a stretcher, she immediately stood up.

Paul stood to the side, sporting a pair of riding boots, exuding a commanding presence.

He cast a profound glance at Selena before stating, "Selena, let's go."

Selena followed and boarded the helicopter.

The rain had ceased at this point, and it was early the next morning; she merely felt fatigued.

"How is Raymond?"

"He's on another helicopter en route to the hospital. Selena, are you injured? Should we also take you to the hospital?"

Selena was only slightly under the weather, shaking her head. "No, it's unnecessary."

She lowered her gaze, only to notice bloodstains on her pants, their origin a mystery, furrowing her brow.

'Was Raymond's head injured as well?'

In the dim light of last night, she hadn't noticed.

Paul sat beside her, arms crossed. "So, shall I take you back to the city center of New York?"

Selena nodded.

After returning home, she only felt incredibly exhausted.

Raymond went to the largest hospital, where Dr. Barnes was personally present to receive him.

Selena returned to Ashbourne Manor, but she found herself tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Then she heard grumbling voices outside. It was Madam Montague and Catherine.

She suddenly felt annoyed.