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.

while. The light from the night illuminating her right hand attracted a few moths, but other than that, everything was

three o'clock in the morning, she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion and decided to wash

courtyard. He seemed to be deep in thought, holding a cigarette between his fingers. The man's expression exuded casualness mixed with a

in this beautiful scene, surrounded by pavilions and towers, with the moon high in the sky, and the corridor gleaming like water, she couldn't bear to disturb the tranquility. Raymond flicked the ash off his cigarette with his fingertips and casually watched the artificial

disciplined sleep schedule for all these

up, catching a glimpse of a figure disappear around

slightly he extinguished his cigarette, and walked toward the direction he had seen

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, but her overwhelming drowsiness seemed

smiled and painted

brush back into the paint palette, she suddenly heard a voice

asked with a

skip a beat, she turned her head

this is

just 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

breeze blowing, it seemed to cling to the skin, unable to be

painting on the white wall, with a touch of appreciation