Reclaiming Her Heart

Paul's location was far removed from Silver Bay City's center, nearly at the edge of a neighboring municipality.

The boat had docked specifically for their visit to see him.

Raymond nodded, disembarked promptly, and stepped into the waiting car.

Upon reaching the villa, he entered alone.

Walter had reluctantly handed him the key card-or rather, Raymond had practically wrenched it from his grip.

Walter gave him a cold, dark glare, likely having contemplated violence several times. Raymond ignored him and proceeded directly into the main hall.

Finding the lobby empty, he headed upstairs, assuming Paul was convalescing.

But as soon as he reached the corridor, he heard a woman's voice, saying, "Please, Paul, I'm exhausted."

"Just a little longer."

Ann's forehead glistened with sweat as his kisses left her breathless, feeling as though she might drown.

Paul wore the suit Ann had brought from Silver Bay City. The fabric wasn't as fine as his usual attire, but he wore it with undeniable elegance.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her strength nearly gone, supported only by his hands.

The bedroom door stood open-after all, they believed themselves to be the only occupants in the villa.

"Can you please hurry? I really can't take anymore."

"Eti warntutlar tuvunce?""

Ann remained silent. The current version of Paul was convinced they were in divorce proceedings, and whenever she denied their relationship, he would make love to her until she couldn't stand.

Resigned, she lowered her eyes and appeased him, "No more divorce. I promise." Satisfied, Paul deepened their kiss for several more minutes before finally stopping. Outside in the hallway, Raymond had already smoked two cigarettes. When he first overheard them, he felt relief that Paul's injuries must be healing well. This was quickly followed by mockery-he hadn't expected Paul to be like this with women-and then confusion, as the pair were clearly kissing passionately.

Due to a childhood incident, Paul had always found kissing women repulsive, even finding women distasteful in general. Even when intimate, he typically sought quick gratification. That was the Paul that Raymond knew.

Paul never kissed women-he found them fundamentally repugnant-and would certainly never engage in the passionate exchange Raymond had just overheard.

As Raymond pondered this, a flushed Ann emerged wearing a loosely tied vintage- patterned robe.

Seeing Raymond, she stumbled backward in shock, nearly screaming.

Her back bumped against Paul's chest, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.

Paul asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Noticing the cigarette between Raymond's fingers, Ann realized he had been there for some time.

The thought that he had overheard her and Paul...noveldrama

Her face exploded with color as she covered it, attempting to flee back into the room.

Paul caught her firmly, holding her close.

"Ex-boyfriend?" he asked suspiciously.

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Ann's ears burned crimson with embarrassment.

She kept her face tightly covered, mortified by the intimate exchange Paul and she had just shared.

"Mr. Adams, this is your friend. Let me go!" she pleaded, struggling to escape.

"Let's all head downstairs," Raymond said coolly. "I have questions for both of you." His gaze lingered on Paul's face.

Paul returned the look impassively and released Ann.

She hurried back inside to change into something more appropriate, making sure to cover her neck completely.

Paul remained unfazed, still wearing his slightly wrinkled suit.

When Ann came downstairs, her head was bowed so low it nearly touched the floor. She couldn't bear to face Raymond.

Raymond was already seated on the sofa. "What's going on with him?" he asked directly.

Before Ann could respond, Paul frowned. "Watch how you speak to her."