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."

the silent one

to use money as compensation, then she would take as much as she could. She wasn't going to nobly declare 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

fetch some water. Raymond watched her

before the painting, giving it some thought,

could see her face clearly

already small, and now it was serious

and beautiful, and

swept over her form, eventually returning to

wondered if he'd been drugged

painting and ignoring him, he had no choice

hair behind her ears, probably because she had been

short; when she stretched, the small of

sight, walked over to her, and pulled her into his embrace without

her, with

struggled to get down, "I'm

it when you get up in

"Mr. Montague."

I go to that bed, there won't be

especially not in such a solemn tone. He was

of the situation, Selena slipped out of his arms and continued with the finishing touches

resettled himself on the sofa, closing his eyes quietly,

sip to cool down, but then couldn't help watching

mind, meticulously cleaning her brushes and

she rinsed

she came out of the bathroom, she saw Raymond standing in front of the painting, his appreciation

painting tools in her bag, not

Raymond set down