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

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

and brushes one by one, and went to the bathroom to fetch some water. Raymond watched her

the painting, giving it some thought,

his position, Raymond could see her face clearly

already small, and now it was

slender and beautiful, and

form, eventually returning to

he wondered if he'd been drugged with

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

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

short; when she stretched, the small of her back

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

her, with no second

to get down,

you get

"Mr. Montague."

I go to

to say something like that, and especially not in such a solemn tone. He was both annoyed

situation, Selena slipped out of his

eyes quietly,

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

mind, meticulously cleaning her

as she rinsed the paint from

clean and she came out of the bathroom, she saw

in her bag, not forgetting

her approach the door, Raymond set down