Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 663 Quack

The doctor was speechless because the test results were all clear.

"Maybe you're just nervous because you have feelings for this lady," he suggested.

Raymond's face turned icy.

'Quack,' he thought.

He left without a word and bumped into Victor outside.

Victor looked him over. "How'd it go?"

Raymond ignored him and walked past.

Victor remembered Raymond's memory was messed up, so he probably didn't recognize him.

Victor went in and asked the doctor, "Is there anything wrong with him?"

"Besides some head trauma aftereffects, he's perfectly healthy," the doctor said.

Victor was skeptical. Raymond wouldn't have come to the hospital if he felt fine.

"What are his symptoms?" Victor pressed.

The doctor paused before stating, "Dr. Barnes, I believe he's displaying symptoms of affection: rapid heartbeat, clammy hands, perhaps even dizziness stemming from excitement." Victor raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "What did Raymond say?"

"He left right away; he probably doesn't believe it," the doctor replied.

Unbelievable. How could Raymond not recognize such a common emotion?

Raymond had already left the hospital. The cold wind outside made him feel better.

He extracted a cigarette but refrained from lighting it, still experiencing the exhilaration from his time with Selena.

He frowned. Even without his old memories, he recalled bits from his military days.

Guys crawling through swamps, bugs in their pants. After training, they'd hit the bathhouse, where the guards would pour stuff in the water, making their wounds sting. They'd talk about women, sharing dirty jokes and comments.

Raymond, usually quiet, had learned a thing or two about women.

Like on the battlefield, he thought he should just go for it.

Nonetheless, this sensation was singular. With time spent in the wind, his condition improved.

He tossed the cigarette butt in a trash can, got in his car, and drove off without looking back.

When Selena got back to Ashbourne Manor, she washed her hands several times.

Looking in the mirror, she saw a light bite mark on her neck.

She couldn't help but think of Raymond resting his head on her neck, making those sexy, muffled groans.

Selena's expression shifted, and she quickly washed her face.

In her bedroom, she called Ann over.

"Ms. Fair," Ann greeted.

Ann was a top-notch assistant, never prying and always following orders.

"Ann, have the company check Bryan's reputation at school. Blend in with the students to get the real scoop. Also, how's Mr. Newman doing?" Selena asked. "Mr. Newman's better but still living in that alley since he can't afford anything else," Ann replied.

Selena frowned. To build her team, she needed to solve their housing issues first.

"Ms. Fair, here are the documents for tomorrow. Our team has been looking for scripts at Silver Bay Film Academy but hasn't found anything suitable," Ann said. "Pull them back and have them focus on Bryan," Selena instructed.

S.M Corporation was still new, but the work was well-organized, even having a paparazzi team for intel.

Most of the staff had come from the original Fair Group. Now in the film industry, they were motivated and enjoyed the gossip aspect of the job.

"Okay, Ms. Fair. Anything else?" Ann asked.

Selena shook her head. Ann hesitated. "I need a couple of days off to finalize wedding plans with my boyfriend's parents. We've picked out a house and paid half. The mortgage has been paid for over six months, so it's time to get married." Selena immediately transferred her $100,000. "My wedding gift."

"Ms. Fair, this is too much," Ann said quickly.

"I've approved your leave. If you need more, just call me," Selena said.

She had only known Ann for a few months, but they clicked, making work efficient.

After Ann left, Selena looked over the documents for tomorrow and worked until 2 AM before finally going to bed.

Meanwhile, Carol returned to Silver Bay Film Academy.

The last class of the evening ended after 8 PM, and it was Bryan's class.

The classroom was buzzing with energetic students, all excited to be in Bryan's class.

Only Carol was curled up in the far corner. When class ended, she grabbed her books and tried to leave.

But Bryan adjusted his glasses and said, "Carol, come to my office."

Carol froze, her face turning pale.