Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 427 Loss of Control

Selena's eye shape was beautiful, especially when her eyes welled up with tears, giving her a pitiful look.

Her face full of stubbornness, she clenched her teeth and kept silent.

But by this time, Selena had calmed down. After all, Raymond had transferred forty million to her as compensation.

She lowered her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Montague."

They were still in the midst of a business transaction, and the client was paramount.

Oh God, she had actually gotten angry at her own client. That really wasn't appropriate.

Raymond had grown up without anyone daring to speak to him like this, except for his grandpa. But he didn't feel angry; in fact, he felt somewhat intrigued.

The fire burning in her eyes, when looking at him, made his blood boil too.

Raymond swallowed hard, pressing the back of her head down, he couldn't resist kissing her.

Selena frowned and turned her head away.

"Does Mr. Montague want a fourth time tonight?" He saw her indifferent face and, for some reason, felt a bit stifled in his heart.

Perhaps it was because there were no open windows in the room, he felt suffocated.

Selena slowly pushed him away and glanced at the painting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Thirty million, and I'll complete this painting for Mr. Montague."

silent

that she didn't want it-after all, she needed the money. Raymond could tell something was off with her tonight, and if he really went for a fourth

set out her paints and brushes one by one, and went to the bathroom to fetch some water. Raymond watched her bustling in and out of the bathroom and

before the painting, giving it

position, Raymond could see her

was already small, and now it

beautiful, and

over her form, eventually

heat, he wondered if

busy painting and ignoring him, he had no choice but to take a cold shower to cool

saw her pinning her hair behind her ears, probably because

jacket was too short; when she stretched, the small of her back was exposed,

cursed under his breath at the sight, walked over to her, and pulled her into his

with no

struggled to get

get up

"Mr. Montague."

feel that if I go to that

not in such a solemn tone. He was

slipped out of his arms and continued with the finishing touches of her

sofa, closing his eyes quietly, experiencing

took a sip to cool down, but then couldn't

cleaning her brushes and

turned colorful as she rinsed the

was clean and she came out of the bathroom, she

bag, not forgetting

set down the glass he