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 one

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

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

before the painting, giving it some thought, she soon

position, Raymond could see her face clearly

was already small, and now

slender and beautiful, and her

her form, eventually

an unbearable heat, he wondered if he'd been

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

her hair behind her ears, probably because

she stretched, the small of

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

her, with no

struggled to get down, "I'm

get up in the

"Mr. Montague."

was dead serious, "I feel that if I go

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

slipped out of his arms and continued with

himself on the sofa, closing his eyes quietly, experiencing

took a sip to cool down, but

mind, meticulously cleaning her brushes and

colorful as she rinsed the

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

bag, not forgetting

approach the door, Raymond set down the glass he