GoodNovelChapter 452 Did She Really Like Him? Meanwhile, Selena was caught in a continuous sandstorm that showed no signs of stopping. After sitting in the chair for a while, she began to feel drowsy.
Raymond checked the wound on her knee, which was healing nicely. "We'll have to make do here tonight. There was a landslide on the road we used to get here, so we can't go back until the sandstorm stops and the road is cleared," he said. A large boulder was blocking the path, and it was certain that one person couldn't move it alone.
Selena was puzzled about how Raymond knew about the landslide, but she didn't ask.
Whenever they stopped talking, the atmosphere turned strange, especially with the weather and the fact that they were staying together in a shelter-like house.
Raymond was a clean freak and seemed uncomfortable in his dusty clothes. In just a minute, Selena saw him frown several times.
She hurried to the bathroom, grateful that, although narrow, it still had hot water.
"Mr. Montague, you take a shower first. I'll wash your clothes in the sink. I saw there's a hairdryer here; it should dry your shirt quickly." Raymond didn't speak but had indeed noticed the hairdryer. He began to undress, his long fingers gracefully unbuttoning his shirt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs he took off his shirt, he slowly revealed his excellent physique. Selena couldn't help but take a few extra glances until his shirt was thrown over her head, and his voice cwith a hint of amusement. "Keep your drool to yourself." Then he entered the bathroom, casually handing her his pants.
Selena's cheeks flushed red at the sight of his boxer shorts, and she quickly went to the sink to wash both his shirt and pants thoroughly.
She noticed Raymond was taking a long tin the shower, probably because he was disgusted by the amount of sand and was rinsing off continuously.
Her gaze then fell on the bed.
They could only stop here for the night, and she wondered if Ray ond would be able to sleep. Given his obsession with cleanliness, he'd probably prefer to sit in a chair all night.
She remembered that Raymond had driven his own car, which might have a blanket or something similar inside. But with the severe sandstorm outside, who knew when the car might flip over? Clenching her teeth, Selena still decided to open the door.
The moment she opened the door, she felt like she was almost sucked out by the storm.
Clutching Raymond's car keys tightly, she moved step by step towards the vehicle.
She swallowed a few mouthfuls of sand and nearly choked before finally getting inside the car. Raymond's car was well-stocked with items, all prepared by John, including clothes.
She breathed a sigh of relief, gathered everything, and braved her way back into the house.
The short hundred meters felt interminable.
Just as she closed the door behind her, Raymond emerged from the bathroom, naked.
Selena quickly threw a pair of pants at him.
"Mr. Montague, put these on." Raymond, seeing she had just cback from outside, adopted an icy tone as he asked, "Are you out of your mind?" But Selena was already spreading the blanket she brought over the bed and even covered the pillows.
"I know you're a clean freak. We'll have to make do tonight. This is from your own car; it's clean." Raymond fell silent and put on the pants she threw to him.
Was she making do for him? His heart fluttered slightly, feeling a softness he hadn't before.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe sat down on the bed's edge and saw her return to the sink, washing his shirt, suit, and boxers until they were spotless.
For sreason, Raymond, a man of such dominance, felt uncomfortable watching her handle his boxers.
She averted her gaze, but as the sound of the hairdryer started he couldn't help but continue watching her.
Her expression was serious as she improvised a clothesling with m hangers and a string, hanging the clothes piece by piece to dry them. After two hours, her hands sore, she finally put down the hairdryer.
The clothes were dry, and she then went into the bathroom Raymond called out to her, "Wear my shirt." She hadn't brought any clothes of her own.
There were spare clothes in his car, which she had already brought in, but she had nothing.
Thinking of this made Raymond's heart soften even more.
Did she really like him? The most difficult thing to study in this world was a woman.
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