Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 836 Ashbourne Manor

"Raymond, dude, cut it out with the booze. You're gonna be plastered if you keep this up." Alex tried to step in, shooting a look at Paul and the usually silent Victor. "Come on, you guys, back me up here. Don't leave me hanging." Paul was still scrolling through songs, not even looking up. "Never had my heart broken, can't relate. Let him drink, getting wasted might help."

Out of the four of them, none had ever been in a serious relationship.

Victor was always too busy to bother.

Alex, on the other hand, would hook up with any pretty girl he met, no strings attached. It was just a mutual thing.

Raymond, who seemed the most chill, was actually the one who fell the hardest.

So Alex gave up, watching Raymond chug three bottles back-to-back.

Afterwards, he took it upon himself to get everyone home.

"I wanna go to Ashbourne Manor." Raymond slumped in his seat, staring blankly ahead. "That's where we used to live together."

Alex knew the place, so he drove there without a second thought.

By the time they got there, it was already 1 AM.

He rang the doorbell and shot a text to Selena: [Penny, Raymond's hammered and wants to see you. He's at the gate of Ashbourne Manor. I'm leaving him here; you deal with it.] After sending the message, Alex really left Raymond at the gate and took off.

Raymond stood there alone, leaning against the wall, until Fiona came out with some people after getting the message.

Raymond was totally out of it, but he still remembered the way inside.

The two bodyguards didn't slack off and helped him into the house.

Fiona went upstairs to knock on Selena's door.

Selena had just fallen asleep, her voice groggy. "What's up?"

Fiona replied, "Mr. Montague is here, and he's drunk."

Selena thought she misheard. She checked her phone, saw Alex's message, frowned, and told Fiona, "Throw him out."

Fiona looked a bit uneasy.

Downstairs, Raymond lay on the sofa, his eyes red from the booze, his stomach churning.

Selena came downstairs in her nightgown, saw him, and signaled to the bodyguards. "Take him to Manston Manor, someone there can deal with him."

The bodyguards moved to help Raymond, but his eyes suddenly turned sharp. "Back off."

Given his status, no one dared to get close.

Selena took a deep breath and walked closer. "Mr. Montague, what do you want?"

Raymond looked up, staring blankly at her, thinking he was seeing things.

Then he reached out and hugged Selena's waist, saying, "Don't kick me out."

Selena tried to push him away but couldn't.

She then realized Raymond had a fever, and it was burning hot.

She placed her hand on his forehead and quickly asked Fiona to bring some fever medicine.

"Call a doctor, he's burning up," Selena said.

Raymond, holding her waist, sensed she wasn't resisting anymore and closed his eyes.

He was really drunk, only knowing to hold on tight, his face pressed against her stomach, not letting go. "Raymond, where does it hurt?" Selena asked.

Hearing her question, he quickly replied in a hoarse voice, "My back, my back hurts."

Selena immediately took off his suit and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

She found bloodstains on his shirt, and his back wounds were already infected.

Selena thought to herself, 'Whipped by William? When did that happen?'

The wounds hadn't been properly treated, and some areas were swollen. No wonder he said his back hurt.

Fiona, who came over with the fever medicine, was shocked at the sight. "What happened to Mr. Montague?"

Selena's expression turned serious. If the wounds got worse, it would be a problem.

She took the fever medicine, trying to get it into Raymond's mouth, but he turned his head away, pressing his forehead tightly against her stomach. Selena used all her strength but couldn't push him away, feeling a bit frustrated.

"Take the medicine first," Selena told Raymond.

Raymond saw a blurry figure in front of him, unable to make out who it was, but the familiar scent calmed him. "Selena?" he asked.

"Yeah," Selena responded.

She managed to get the fever medicine into his mouth, but he spat it out.

"Let me die from the fever," Raymond said.

After saying this, he collapsed onto the sofa, his forehead covered in sweat.