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

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, he might push her too far. "Okay, thirty million,"

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

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

his position, Raymond could see

was already small, and

and beautiful,

form, eventually returning to her

an unbearable heat, he wondered if he'd been drugged with an aphrodisiac

no choice but to take a

he came out, he saw her pinning her hair behind her ears, probably because she had

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

at the sight, walked over to her,

with no second

struggled to get down, "I'm

get up in

"Mr. Montague."

serious, "I feel that if I

something like that, and especially not in such

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

the sofa, closing his eyes

a cup of ice water from the fridge, took a sip to cool down, but then couldn't help

paid him no mind, meticulously cleaning her brushes and

as she rinsed the

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

tools in her bag, not forgetting to remind

set down the