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

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

by one, and went to the bathroom to fetch some

it some

Raymond could see her face

and

and beautiful, and her

over her form, eventually returning to her

wondered if he'd been drugged with

he had no choice but

ears, probably because she had been in one position for too long and was stretching her

short; when she stretched, the small of her back was exposed, revealing its

the sight, walked over to her, and pulled

with no

struggled to get

when you get up in

"Mr. Montague."

feel that if I go to that bed, there won't be a

like that, and especially not in such

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

sofa, closing his eyes quietly, experiencing impatience and torment

grabbed a cup of ice water from the fridge, took a sip to cool down, but then couldn't help watching her again. Her short hair was

him no mind, meticulously cleaning her brushes and palette after finishing

as she rinsed the paint from

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

in her bag, not forgetting

set down the glass