GoodNovelChapter 437 The Unexpected Selena had been standing for a full two hours and nearly passed out. Now feeling dizzy and unable to drive, she had to sit down and rest. Plus, she felt waves of nausea coming over her.
Glancing down at her knees, she couldn't help but roll up her pant leg. Underneath the thin fabric, her skinned knee made her frown with pain.
The painting her mentor had given her, which was torn in two and left in the car, crossed her mind. Her eyelashes drooped as she quietly observed the wound on her knee. In another car not too far away.
John couldn't help but notice Selena. Since the traffic had started moving again, he felt compelled to say something. "Mr. Montague, I think that's Miss Selena." Despite his initial hesitation, Raymond told John to pull over, grabbed a bottle of water and an umbrella from beside him, and stepped out of the car.
Selena had chosen a shady spot to sit, conveniently under a tree. However, sitting out like this with the day's heat could easily make her ill.
Without a word, Raymond approached and handed her the bottle of water coolly.
His sharp eyes spotted the abrasion on her knee, and he furrowed his brow at the sight.
Selena's gaze landed on the water bottle appearing before her. She looked up and momentarily froze by the sight of him, failing to take it. Raymond made a move to retract his offer, but just then she took the bottle, uttering a low, "Thank you." Standing there, umbrella in hand, he looked effortlessly refined. The silver handle enhanced the distinguished appearance of his fingers. After a moment, Raymond abruptly reached out, grasped her hand-the one holding the water bottle and hoisted her to her feet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSelena was caught off guard and stumbled into his arms. A chill from his presence invaded her senses.
"Weren't you full of fire and brimstone the other day? What's with you now?" he chided.
She knew he hadn't forgotten their last encounter and quickly apologized, "Raymond, I'm sorry. That was my fault." "What happened?" "It's nothing." Raymond seemed skeptical but didn't press further, simply handing her the umbrella.
Selena took the umbrella in a daze, and the next second, he swept her up into his arms, carrying her to his car. By the tthey were in the car, Selena had already safely stowed the umbrella away.
She sat next to Raymond while John intuitively lowered the privacy screen in the front seat and stepped on the gas. Selena discreetly arranged for her driver from Ashbourne Manor to cand take her car back to Rose Garden. Suddenly, she tensed up.
Raymond had gently rolled up her other pant leg, exposing another wounded knee the skin was peeled back, and the cuts were bleeding.
The slightest touch sent waves of pain through her, and she couldn't stop herself from frowning. Then, she caught sight of Raymond's elegant hands continuing to roll up her pant leg to her thigh, revealing more of her leg. Somehow, she felt uneasy, awkwardly shifting back into her seat as heat spread through her body. Raymond remained impeccably dressed in his unwrinkled suit, doing this task with deliberate care.
The contrast highlighted the severity of the wounds on her beautiful legs.
When the car stopped at the hotel, Selena was whisked away and carried up through the private elevator with no chance of refusal..
Soon, Raymond settled her onto the sofa in his room and fetched a first-aid kit.
That's when Selena saw a different side to Raymond, a gentler one.
"Brace yourself. It might sting," he said as he reached for the antiseptic alcohol.
She nodded, and then the spray was applied.
He expected a flinch, but she just sat there silently, lashes lowered as if immune to the pain.
He thought of Olivia, who would probably call him twenty times a day for comfort.
He had a bittersweet realization; a woman who could endure pain like that was not necessarily in a good place.
Unless she realized a long tago that crying out in pain wouldn't make a difference, she'd likely continue to do So.
He squeezed sointment onto his fingers and applied it gently.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Try to avoid wearing pants for the next few days," he advised.
Selena nodded and leaned to the side, a wave of drowsiness washing over her.
Noticing her heightened temperature, Raymond rummaged through the medicine box and produced an antipyretic.
Just then, Mrs. Montague called again.
"Raymond, where are you?" she inquired with a hint of impatience.
He furrowed his brow, fetching slukewarm water as he replied, "I got tied up with something today. m Grandma. U csee you another day." "Don't get yourself involved with that Selena girl, Raymond. A woman with her kind of face doesn't deserve you." "You've met Selena?" he asked, caught off guard.
Mrs. Montague stumbled over her words, unwilling to let her grandson learn that she had caused trouble for En a woman for two extended hours.
"I caught a glimpse of her. She doesn't carry herself like she's from a prominent family. All saw was calculation in her eyes and her tactics... They're foolish."
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