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

simple; Raymond 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

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 settled himself

before the painting, giving it some thought, she soon started to

his position, Raymond could see her face clearly

already small, and now it

and beautiful, and

swept over her form, eventually returning to

wondered if he'd been

him, he had no choice but to take a cold shower to

her pinning her hair behind her ears, probably because she had been in one position for too

when she stretched, the small of her back was

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

with

to get down, "I'm almost

when you get up

"Mr. Montague."

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

not in

his

his eyes

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

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

colorful as she rinsed the

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

bag, not forgetting to remind

Raymond set down the