Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 53: Let her cry to win him back

Lisa didn't get the benefit of the doubt, and her chest was heaving violently.

People were coming and going here, and having seen Selena's sharp teeth, she knew that if she continued to confront her, it would only be herself who would continue to lose face, so she looked to her side and changed the subject. "Haven't you always wanted to know who took Manhattan's list? The person is right here, but the means of taking the list is, well, not very honorable."

Just then, two people who heard the conversation clearly, narrowed their eyes showing a touch of interest.

"So you're so pretty."

He took the initiative to extend his hand, smiling lazily, his handsome face was filled with an evil air, "Hello, my name is Caterlington Walsh, you must have heard of me."

Selena had indeed heard of it, after all, designers in this business would occasionally exchange information with each other about the industry, she had little communication with people, but many times she would also look at other people's famous works to seek inspiration.

Caterlington was a name that was not unknown in the industry.

She shook her hand up, nodded slightly, and was just about to pull it back when Caterlington took her hand and placed it on his lips for a kiss before releasing it.

"Miss Selena is both beautiful and talented, I'm sure many people are pursuing her."

didn't think he would do that, and her

philanderer, chasing after people, at most

he was wealthy and noble meant that once the luxury car was opened, many women would jump on

hoping that Caterlington could catch up with this

should have something in common, why don't you talk more, I'll

he looked at Selena, "Does Miss Fair have

the corners, "No company, but I'm

rejection was obvious, but Caterlington walked beside her as if he didn't understand, "It's no fun being alone, I can show you around the art gallery." Selena suppressed her temper and went to the side of the washbasin, and unapologetically began to wash her hands, especially the area just touched by his lips. She had the odd

saw this action, and did not feel humiliated, but came closer, close to

recognize Cassius from T. Rowe Price, he is my father, your father must have met with my father at school a few years ago, right, I seem

you do not need to pretend,

the initiative to lift her knee, directly hitting the man's most vulnerable

turned white, wretchedly

a tissue to dry the water stains on her white

else to do, so I'll excuse

for the sharp pain to ease before holding aside and straightening

the campus, he was back to normal, just holding a fire in his

is