Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 829 She Won't Talk to Him

Back in the day, he was too chicken to face his feelings for her and too lazy to dig deeper, which led to a bunch of screw-ups.

Lately, Jacob's drama just added more fuel to the fire, so no wonder she's giving him the cold shoulder now.

Selena stiffened and shoved his hand away, worried the ink from her pen might spill all over the paper, so she didn't dare to use too much force.

She was working on a delicate piece, and even a tiny mistake could mess up the whole painting.

"Raymond, if you're bored, go downstairs. Don't bug me," Selena said.

Raymond went quiet, just holding her waist without saying a word.

Selena talked to him, but he didn't listen, so she decided to ignore him and kept working on her painting.

Someone knocked on the door outside; probably a servant bringing water.

Selena quickly pushed him away, but he clung to her again.

She had noticed before that Raymond had a bit of a childish streak-stubborn, with a temper that flipped like a switch, and cold and indifferent to outsiders. "Let go." Selena spoke up.

Raymond reluctantly let her go and walked back to a chair.

Selena called out, "Come in."

As expected, it was a servant carrying two cups of tea. "Mr. Raymond Montague, Ms. Fair, you've worked hard. Mr. William Montague asked me to bring these in." The servant placed the two cups of tea on the table, bowed, and then left.

Selena cleaned her pen and was about to switch to a slightly bigger one when she saw Raymond coming over again.

me help you,"

and

want to say much, so she switched to another pen and

some movement beside her, and soon a shadow fell over

aside, when he was seriously painting, his

she had stared blankly at

most naturally gifted

gaze, her hand

her

painting was

was about to massage her shoulders, a beautiful hand reached over

but hum, but then she realized it was Raymond's hand and quickly snapped out

as she

her shoulders and waist being massaged, the sensation was so comfortable it made her scalp

breathing was all over the place, and she tried to push his hand away. But then he pressed

snapped, "Raymond!" Raymond finally

still panting,

indeed nice, but he was clearly pushing his

and this time William's voice came from

up and checked

was in order, she hurried to the door and opened it. "The painting is done, Grandpa. Do you want to take a

and look at the flowers. The garden's in

had arrived, and the garden was bursting

William enjoyed life

quickly nodded. "Okay, let's

at Raymond, who shamelessly followed them. He wanted to say something but just moved