GoodNovelChapter 492 Women Need to be Pampered Raymond seized the handheld showerhead, dousing her hair in a gentle cascade of water. He allowed her to lean against him, her body limp with exhaustion, as he began to wash her hair.
Selena, too weary to even flutter her eyelids open, had drifted into a peaceful slumber. She had yearned to tear him apart, but now, she was oblivious to his tender care.
This was uncharted territory for Raymond. He had never pampered anyone in this manner before, and his inexperience was evident as he squeezed out an excessive amount of shampoo. He began to gently knead it into her hair, careful not to hurt her.
The shampoo lathered quickly, and he consciously moderated his strength, ensuring he didn't cause her any discomfort. After nearly half an hour of meticulous massaging, he rinsed away the foam with the showerhead, ensuring her hair was thoroughly cleaned.
All the while, Selena remained sprawled across his chest, her breaths deep and even in sleep.
Once he had dried her off, Raymond gently lifted her and placed her on a nearby chair. She was so deeply asleep that she kept sliding down, unable to maintain an upright position.
With no other choice, Raymond sat down and cradled her in his arms, using a blow dryer to gently dry her hair. Despite its low hum, the noise from the hair dryer disrupted her peaceful slumber. "It's noisy," she murmured in a raspy voice, swatting at the air in annoyance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond recalled a twhen he had gone to bed with wet hair while overseas, resulting in a two-day headache. Seeing Selena resist the hair dryer, he frowned and ordered firmly, "Don't move." And she complied, drifting back into sleep within the comfort of his embrace.
Despite her short haircut, her thick, silky strands took a good twenty minutes to dry.
He carried her into the bedroom, checking her over carefully before pulling the covers over her.
By the the was finished, the clock read 8 a.m., well past his usual departure tfor the office. It was then that his phone rang. It was Alex.
"Selena left the party last night and you followed suit immediately," Alex teased. "I heard that the private room at the end of the hall was buzzing for four straight hours." Raymond, feeling a sense of contentment, shot back one word: "Scram." Alex sensed that his mood had improved significantly. "If you really like her, treat her right. Women need to be pampered." "I don't like her," Raymond replied swiftly.
Alex knew he was playing tough. He usually showed resistance to his feelings.
"If you don't like her, why the scene in the private room last night? If someone toldthat the usually reserved Raymond was caught up in a fling, I'd never believe it." "I'm not tired of it." "Yeah, yeah, not tired of it, so you went off to share the sdish with someone else," Alex quipped.
Raymond ended the call abruptly and snuffed out his cigarette between his fingers.
Then John rang, cautiously inquiring why he hadn't shown up at the office. It was unlike Raymond, a well-known workaholic, to miss work for over a week without a word, especially since he'd been a bit unrestrained lately. "Bring the documents over to the hotel. I'll handle things from here today," he instructed.
John promptly delivered the papers to the hotel. By the the arrived, Raymond was fresh out of the shower and donned in a new suit.
John had a hunch that there was someone in the bedroom, but he didn't ask. Instead, he brought a gift from the office which Raymond took, thinking it would be nice to give to her once she woke up. After placing the files on the table, John tactfully made his exit.
Raymond worked through the evening until he heard sounds from the bedroom, a sign that she had awoken.
Selena was indeed wide awake now, her eyes scanning the familiar ceiling as she recognized the safety of her own room.
Just four more times.
She mentally counted, wishing he'd just hurry up and finish whatever business he had this week, so she wouldn't have to keep playing nice with him.
Her legs trembled slightly as she slid out of bed and immediately noticed the man standing by her door.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDressed sharply in a black suit, Raymond's usually dominant and rough demeanor from the previous night had reverted back to his usual untouchable air.
He approached and placed a gift beside her.
Somehow, words of warmth failed him. His offering was accompanied by a stark, "For you." Without even glancing at it, Selena refused. "No thanks, I don't want it." She didn't even give him a fleeting look.
Raymond felt a pang in his chest, though he couldn't decipher its ке m meaning his expression darkening.
"Just open it."
The salesperson had insisted it was the priciest item in the store and tremendously beau tremendouaye the beautiful. It suited her really well.
Such bracelets were normally reserved for jewelry exhibitions. Yet Selena silently got dressed not m responding to his bid. Her cold, dismissive posture spoke volumes: once out of bed, she becresistant to him.
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