Chapter 380 I Took Your Shirt
"So, your husband really can't satisfy you much, huh?"
His voice was rough, filled with complacency. Selena's world was spinning; she didn't dare say a word, terrified someone might walk in or see from the building across the way.
Eventually, he wore her out until she passed out.
At five in the morning, Raymond draped his suit jacket over her and carried her to his car.
If someone had told him he'd mess around with a woman in the office, he wouldn't buy it.
He loved his job, and the office was his sanctuary.
But here he was, with Selena in his arms, after spending the whole night there.
Selena was so drained she couldn't even lift a finger. Raymond laid her on the bed, planning to take her to the shower, but her phone rang.
He frowned at the unfamiliar number and answered it. A man's voice came through. "I'm Bert. Your husband Lucas is with me. Ignore my messages again, and I'll kill him, got it?"
Raymond's face darkened. He hung up and looked at Selena.
He let out a cold chuckle.
No wonder she changed her mind so suddenly; Bert had Lucas.
Anger flared up, threatening to cloud his judgment. He grabbed her and started another session, showing no mercy.
Selena woke up from the torment, her throat dry as she breathed horsely, "Raymond."
She was exhausted. Could he please stop?
Raymond just tightened his grip on her waist.
After another two hours, he didn't even glance at the battered Selena on the bed. He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and headed to the Montague Group.
In those last two hours, he was relentless, leaving hickeys all over her neck, even in the most hidden places.
When Selena woke up, she felt pain everywhere.
Seeing the ceiling, she quickly sat up, but the movement she tugged at her waist, she gasped in pain.
It was already noon, and the room was empty. Raymond must have left long ago.
Her body was a mess, not even cleaned up.
It felt like she was just a toy for him to vent his frustrations.
Her fingertips curled slightly. She took a deep breath and covered herself with the nearby blanket.
But lost in muse, she laughed bitterly.
Getting out of bed, she frowned in discomfort, using her fingertips to steady herself on the edge of the bed.
Her calf muscles trembled slightly. She glanced at the clothes on the floor, which were torn and unwearable.
She forced herself to the bathroom. Seeing the hickys on her neck extending downward, her pupils shrank sharply.
Not daring to look any further, she quickly took a shower.
But there were no clothes.
She was too embarrassed to text Shelley. If Shelley saw her like this, it would inevitably involve Raymond.
These marks couldn't be washed away. As warm water poured over her head, she recalled how he had placed her on the office desk so fiercely, in stark contrast to his usual noble and cold demeanor.
Selena returned to the bedroom and had no choice but to open the closet.
Inside were many of Raymond's suits.
Her pants were still wearable, but her top was completely ruined.
She had to take one of Raymond's white shirts.
All his suits and shirts were custom-made, neatly arranged in the closet, freshly ironed and delivered daily.
Selena lowered her eyelashes, thought for a moment, and sent him a text message.
Selena: [My clothes are ruined. I took one of your shirts.]
Raymond was sitting in his office, seriously working on his computer. Hearing the message notification, his fingers paused.
He picked up his phone and raised an eyebrow slightly.
The documents he had thrown to the ground last night had all been organized.
Thinking back, he realized he had been quite irrational last night, fearing she would change her mind the moment she agreed.
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