Chapter 1382 It Doesn't Hurt, I'm Lying to You
By the third night, Raymond's chest pain had subsided enough for him to get out of bed.
Standing in the hallway of the seventh floor, his phone buzzed with a notification about electrical maintenance—a ten-minute power outage scheduled for their floor. He ignored the message, staring absently into the distance.
Suddenly, the entire floor plunged into darkness.
Then he heard Selena's voice.
She had just emerged from the bathroom and was calling his name. Raymond froze, momentarily forgetting to respond. Through the balcony windows, in the faint light from outside, he could see Selena frantically opening closets.
"Raymond?"
She even pulled back the curtains and checked the other rooms.
"Raymond!"
"RAYMOND!"
Her voice transformed from confusion to sheer panic.
The cigarette between Raymond's fingers trembled, and only when it burned his skin did he remember to answer.
"Selena, I'm here."
As he opened the balcony door, Selena's body went rigid with relief. She rushed over and inspected him from head to toe.
"Are you okay? You scared me to death."
The apartment was too dark for her to see much, but she stubbornly checked him anyway.
Raymond pulled her into a tight embrace.
Being much taller, he enveloped her completely in his arms. He buried his face in her neck, saying nothing, just holding her with desperate intensity.
Selena remained silent too, unsure what to say.
Soon, she felt wetness against her neck.
"I'm sorry, Selena. I'm so sorry," he choked out, his arms tightening around her until she could barely breathe.
Though his grip was painful, Selena felt strangely secure. Suddenly, she broke into heart-wrenching sobs, as if all her compressed emotions were finally finding release.
Raymond's tears fell in silence, tightly controlled, but Selena's grief was raw and devastating.
Their embrace, though between lovers, felt more painful than the deepest wound.
They clung to each other as if trying to merge into one being.
The lights abruptly came back on, dispelling the suffocating darkness.
Raymond cradled her face and kissed her tenderly.
But Selena didn't want tenderness.
She bit his lips in response, drawing blood.
For days, she had barely spoken to him, only caring for his physical needs.
As their bloody kiss ended, they stared at each other, both breathing heavily.
Raymond was aroused and pressed against her, but she pushed him away.
"Your wound hasn't healed yet."
His eyes were still red as his hands wandered beneath her clothes. "I want you."
Selena refused to give in, pinching his arm hard.
He immediately stopped, realizing she was still angry.
Lying cautiously beside her, he finally spoke after some hesitation.
"Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want—just don't give me the silent treatment like these past few days."
Living together yet not speaking had been unbearable; he would have preferred unconsciousness.
Selena stared at the ceiling, secretly wiping her eyes.
After a long silence, she forced herself to ask coldly, "Does your wound still hurt?"
Raymond almost said no, then worried he'd lose his patient privileges. He clutched his chest. "It's killing me."
Alarmed, Selena pulled open his robe. Seeing no blood on the bandages, she sighed with relief.
Witnessing her anxiety, Raymond felt a pain worse than being shot. He quickly removed his hand from his chest.
"It doesn't hurt. I lied. I'm sorry—I was just afraid you'd be angry."
He couldn't bear to see her so frightened.
Pulling her close, he repeated, "It really doesn't hurt."
The pain wasn't from his wound anymore, but from his heart, broken by her sobs.
Selena took his hand and pressed it against her cheek.
Though she said nothing, her gesture spoke volumes.
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