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 was

was wealthy, and if he was willing 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 a fourth round now,

to fetch some water. Raymond

before the painting, giving it some thought,

see her face clearly as

small, and now it was serious

was slender and beautiful, and

her form, eventually returning to her

wondered if he'd been drugged with an aphrodisiac

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

probably because she had been in one position for too long and was

she stretched, the small of

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

kissed her, with

to get

when you get up in

"Mr. Montague."

that if I

expect her to say something like that, and especially not in such a solemn tone. He

of his arms and continued with the finishing touches of her

on the sofa, closing his eyes quietly, experiencing impatience and

the fridge, took a sip to cool down, but then couldn't help watching her again. Her short hair

no mind, meticulously cleaning her brushes

as she

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

bag,

door, Raymond set down the