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

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 a fourth round now, he might push her too

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

the painting, giving it some thought, she

his position, Raymond could see

small, and

and beautiful, and her figure

swept over her form, eventually returning

wondered if he'd been drugged with

and ignoring him, he had no

because she had been in

small of her back was exposed, revealing its graceful

sight, walked over

with no

struggled to get down,

you get up in the

"Mr. Montague."

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

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

the situation, Selena slipped out of his arms and continued

sofa, closing his eyes quietly,

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

him no mind, meticulously cleaning her brushes and palette

turned colorful as she rinsed the paint from her

she saw Raymond standing in front of the painting,

tools in her bag, not

Raymond set down