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 was

didn't want it-after all,

and went to the bathroom to fetch some water. Raymond watched her bustling in

the painting, giving it some

could see her face clearly as

and now it

neck was slender and beautiful, and her figure

her form, eventually returning

unbearable heat, he wondered if he'd been

he had no choice

came out, he saw her pinning her hair behind her ears, probably because she had been in one position for too long and

she stretched, the small of her back was

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

kissed her, with no second

get down, "I'm almost

it when you get up

"Mr. Montague."

if I go to that

that, and especially not in

out of his arms and continued with the finishing

the sofa, closing his eyes quietly, experiencing impatience and torment for the

cool down, but then couldn't help watching her

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

she rinsed

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

packed her painting tools in her bag, not forgetting to remind

the door, Raymond set down the