Chapter 1551 This Kind of Feeling Cannot Be Faked
Selena recognized the coincidence of meeting the hat-wearing woman was too convenient. What struck her as odd was how composed the stranger had remained when they were nearly trafficked in a foreign country.
Yet she chose to believe in the woman's sincerity. When the stranger had mentioned searching for her brother, her eyes had conveyed a depth of emotion impossible to fake. Perhaps she truly was here looking for someone.
Later, when they'd entered the hotel and finally seen each other's faces clearly, the woman hadn't shown a flicker of recognition—suggesting she genuinely didn't know who Selena was.
She took a sip from the bowl of soup. "I think she's really just searching for someone."
Raymond gently stroked her head. He understood Selena's character perfectly—beneath her cool exterior lay a soft heart. She struggled to be harsh with others and carried an overwhelming sense of responsibility. Whether this trait was a blessing or a curse remained to be seen, but he would never force her to change.
After finishing the soup, Selena brushed her teeth. When she emerged from the bathroom, Raymond set aside his mouse and came over to dry her hair. They hadn't shared such intimate moments in ages.
Selena rested her forehead against his chest, the warmth of the blow dryer lulling her into drowsiness. Raymond's fingers combed through her silky strands, noting the exhaustion etched across her face. After drying her hair, he massaged her scalp until she drifted off to sleep, then carefully tucked the blanket around her.
His phone rang. "Mr. Montague, should we come to your hotel as well?" one of his men asked.
"Yes, come over. I'll go downstairs to arrange rooms for you. More people will be arriving later," Raymond replied.
"Understood."
Raymond secured every available room on their floor, as well as spaces above and below. After completing these arrangements, he called the underground fighting arena and instructed Helen to send additional personnel.
"Isn't Arcturus particularly unstable right now?" Helen's voice carried a note of concern.
"Helen, I'm giving you a number. Contact Clifton—he'll know how to get people here."
With regular flights to Arcturus suspended, only someone with Clifton's global connections could obtain flight clearance within hours.
Raymond could manage it too, but it would take days—time he didn't have. Ideally, his people would arrive on the same plane as Lawrence.
The call came at the perfect moment. Helen immediately made contact and dispatched fifty elite fighters from the underground arena.
Raymond had summoned them specifically to guard Selena at the hotel. With her pregnancy, he couldn't risk anything happening to her.
Only after completing these security measures did Raymond shower and slip into bed beside Selena. He held her close, breathing in her scent, realizing how long it had been since they'd rested peacefully together.
Despite the dangers surrounding them in Arcturus, having her by his side made everything more bearable.
A day later, Lawrence and Clifton finally arrived.
Selena was still asleep when voices filtered in from outside, but she simply rolled over and continued resting. She vaguely registered Raymond speaking with someone before gunshots erupted—not from the hallway, but somewhere near the hotel.
She bolted upright, rushing to the window to look outside.
The central park in the distance was chaotic, people fleeing in all directions as gunfire continued to ring out.
It seemed the recent disease outbreak had triggered unrest among the locals.
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