Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 76 Raymond smokes.

The room became very quiet. Raymond's hand, which was pressing on his temples, paused for a moment, and he looked up at her. Selena finished speaking and seemed to realize that being alone in a room with a man could lead to inappropriate thoughts.

She smiled and said, "I was just joking." Raymond looked at her and really wanted to know if she was this proactive with other men, and whether her husband was aware of her deviant behaviors..

He lowered his gaze, and his tone became far from polite. "Get out." Selena thought he didn't like contact with the opposite sex and wanted to maintain his purity for the Stone family. "I have no intention for anything else, Mr. Montague, then please have a good rest." She said as she hastily left.

She really didn't mean anything else, she just did it out of her work habit to offer help to needed client so as to win his or her favor. Raymond still hasn't replied or made any suggestions about the sketch plans.

Although she was always confident in her work, this person not saying a word made her start to feel uncertain about the whole thing.

Selena returned to her room, changed her clothes, put the paint-stained shirt in a basin, scrubbed it a few times with minimal pressure as she had promised, washed it twice with clean water to make sure there were no stains left, and then hung it by the window to dry.

After doing all this, she returned to where she was before and washed the brushes and palette, and began to mix the colors again. Then she returned to the white wall and continued painting the rest.

Inspiration, once it comes, must be seized quickly, she thought. Otherwise she could not guarantee its presence if she slept overnight, feelings and thoughts often change in art.

for a while. The light from the night illuminating her right hand attracted a few

in the morning, she rubbed her eyes in

the circular arch near the washstand, she saw a slender figure leaning on the railing of the traditional Chinese corridor in the courtyard. He seemed to be deep in thought, holding a cigarette between his fingers. The

moon high in the sky, and the corridor gleaming like water, she couldn't bear

disciplined sleep schedule for all these years,

the arch, he couldn't help but look up, catching a glimpse of a figure disappear around

cigarette, and walked toward the direction he

wall. There was bound to be some noise when she turned on the faucet, and even the slightest sound could disturb the person over there. She had only hoped that the cold water would quickly wake her up,

and

hour later, as she put the brush back into the paint palette, she suddenly

asked with

off guard making her heart skip a beat, she turned her head and saw Raymond less than

this is enough to

smoked, there was still a faint smell of smoke on him, mixed with the scent of pine trees from the wooded area, giving the night a touch of

breeze blowing, it seemed to cling to the skin,

not approach, but instead looked at the painting on the white wall, with a