Chapter 1398 Marked in Her Heart Forever
Her body burned with embarrassment as she grabbed a nearby shirt and threw it at his face, covering his eyes.
Raymond caught the fabric with his fingertips and tossed it to the floor.
"I want to see you," he said.
"Selena, where did you learn to do that?"
"Selena..."
Unable to bear it any longer, Selena covered his mouth with her hand. She felt him chuckle softly, then lick her palm—his teasing was deliberate.
The bedroom door remained ajar, unnoticed by either of them. A figure paused in the doorway.
Mario's fingers brushed against the door frame, curling slightly. The sounds from inside were unmistakable. After lingering for a moment, he silently retreated.
Alone in his room, a strange anger simmered inside him, hot and consuming. The memory of Selena's soft, almost inaudible sounds lingered, clawing at his heart like a restless cat.
He rubbed his head, then suddenly slammed his fist against the wall.
"Christopher?" he called out in his mind, but Christopher didn't respond.
Mario removed his jacket, examining the needle marks along his arm.
"Christopher, you heard them, didn't you? What Selena and Raymond were doing? You've given Selena every clue you could, but has she shown you an ounce of gratitude? You're such a coward. If I were you, I'd teach her a lesson—make her remember my existence for the rest of her life!"
Christopher and Mario were complete opposites: Christopher gentle as still water, Mario volatile and unpredictable.
Now he stared at the countless needle marks on his arm, a cold smile tugging at his lips.
"Fine. No matter what I say, you never respond. Only when Selena's around do you show any reaction. If that's how it is, stop interfering with me!"
He punched the wall again, as if trying to break his knuckles.
After a long silence, Christopher's faint voice finally emerged. "I told you before, those aren't my emotions."
Mario kicked over a table. "If they're not your emotions, then why do I feel such rage and disgust when I hear them together?"
Even now, thinking about it ignited a towering fury in his chest.
Christopher remained silent.
"Christopher, no one can stop what I'm about to do."
He turned coldly and entered the bathroom to wash the blood from his fingers.
But Christopher chose that moment to respond. "Go with them to that place."
"I won't go."
"Don't you want to know the true purpose of the experiment? Maybe if you go there and meet that person, you'll find out."
Mario's brow furrowed. He could never outmaneuver Christopher's convoluted reasoning.
"Really?"
"Yes."
Mario clenched his fist. If Christopher was lying to him...
Three days later.
Raymond's wound had finally healed enough that he felt comfortable taking Selena to explore the area around the underground fighting arena.
This lawless zone was chaotic, but as Victor had said, there was order within the chaos—the place had its own rules for survival.
Selena stood at the entrance of a shop, feeling as though someone was watching her. But with so many people around, she couldn't pinpoint where the gaze was coming from.
"What's wrong?" Raymond asked.
He took her hand, the one with his ring, and brought it to his lips.
Since his wound had healed, whenever Selena was in their room, he inevitably pulled her to bed, and their days passed in a haze of passion.
Today, fearing Raymond would continue their intimate activities, she had made an excuse to go out, hoping to avoid another day lost to their intense relationship.
"Nothing. I was just wondering if Victor's people might already be here, watching us."
As she spoke, Raymond stood close beside her, his fingers tightly interlocking with hers.
"Selena, I'm not afraid of the forces behind him, nor am I afraid of him finding us—as long as you're by my side."
He left the rest unsaid, making Selena blush.
She cleared her throat. "I know. Me too."
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