Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 929 Dislike Me, Yet Always Soft-hearted Towards Me

Selena turned around and soon heard the water running.

Then came the sound of tissues being pulled, and finally, the toilet flushing.

Raymond's cleanliness obsession was off the charts.

Selena helped him wash his hands.

As the water flowed, he asked, "How's Max?"

Even though he had said some harsh stuff in anger last night, deep down, he didn't really mean it.

Selena replied, "Max is out of danger."

Raymond nodded, "Good."

Their conversation was awkward.

After washing his hands, Selena grabbed a tissue and wiped his fingertips.

Raymond was tall, and if he opened his arms a bit, he could easily hug her.

But he didn't. He just watched her carefully wipe each fingertip.

When she finished, she tossed the tissue into the trash can.

Selena said, "Aren't you hungry? Let's go out to eat."

Raymond didn't move.

Seeing this, Selena was puzzled and heard him ask, "Was it you that night? You came to Manston Manor."

She didn't respond.

Raymond just coughed and looked at the mirror in front of them.

In the mirror, their expressions were clear.

Raymond continued, "I remember pinning you down, holding your waist. I was the one who was drunk, not you. You could have pushed me away, but you didn't. Selena, you're strange. You don't like me, yet you're always soft-hearted towards me."

"You don't like me, but you can't refuse me either." With that, he used his freshly washed fingertips to slide down her pants.

Selena looked up at him in shock. He lowered his head and kissed her without hesitation, his fingers moving to the most private place.

After a while, he released Selena, pulled his fingers back, and held them in front of himself.

Raymond remarked, "You're wet."

Selena's breathing became erratic, and she turned to leave.

He suddenly said, "My wound hurts."

She stopped, immediately forgetting his offense, and said softly, "Let me see."

She raised her hand to unbutton his shirt but froze when she met Raymond's gaze.

He looked at her deeply, and under her gaze, he brought his two fingers to his lips and rubbed them.

Selena dared not look anymore.

Raymond said, "Selena, we're not married, nor are we a couple. I just violated you; you should be angry."

As he spoke, he bent slightly, his eyes fixed on her, strong and domineering.

He continued, "But not only are you not angry, you're soft-hearted towards me again."

With that, his fingers moved down from her waist, "You can't even resist me. Do you like me, or are you just naturally sultry, as long as you're satisfied?" Selena said nothing, and Raymond closed his eyes, his hand movements becoming more aggressive.

His lips touched hers, and sensing her imminent reaction, he withdrew his fingers, "I'm hungry."

Selena looked up at him, her eyes dazed, as if she hadn't recovered.

Raymond's tone turned mocking, "Now you know what it feels like to be left hanging, huh?"

Selena took a deep breath, forced herself to steady her legs, and helped him out.

Outside, Raymond sat on the bed, a pillow supporting his waist, and opened his mouth without a word.

Selena scooped some oatmeal with a spoon and fed him bit by bit.

After feeding him, she unbuttoned his shirt to check the wound on his chest and applied fresh medication.

Raymond watched her busying herself in the bedroom, sometimes wiping his body, sometimes changing the IV drip, working until evening.

Initially, he was a bit angry, but now he felt nothing but softness in his heart.

Raymond called her, "Selena."

Selena said, "Yes?"

Raymond uttered, "Bring me the company files and read them to me."