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 ttonight?" He saw her indifferent face and, for sreason, 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." Now, the silent one was Raymond.

Selena's thoughts were 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 if he really went for a fourth round now, he might push her too far. "Okay, thirty million," Raymond agreed.

So Selena set out her paints and brushes one by one, and went to the bathroom to fetch swater. Raymond watched her bustling in and out of the bathroom and settled himself on the sofa.

As Selena stood before the painting, giving it sthought, she soon started to work.

From his position, Raymond could see her face clearly as she worked.

Her face was already small, and now it was serious and tense.

Her neck was slender and beautiful, and her figure was curvaceous.

His gaze swept over her form, eventually returning to her face.

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

Because Selena was busy painting and ignoring him, he had no choice but to take a cold shower to cool off. When he cout, he saw her pinning her hair behind her ears, probably because she had been in one position for too long and was stretching her waist.

Her jacket was too short; when she stretched, the small of her back was exposed, revealing its graceful curve. Raymond, having just calmed down, cursed under his breath at the sight, walked over to her, and pulled her into his embrace without hesitation.

He kissed her, with no second thoughts.

Selena struggled to get down, "I'm almost finished!" "Paint it when you get up in the morning." "Mr. Montague." Selena's face was dead serious, "I feel that if I go to that bed, there won't be a morning." Raymond didn't expect her to say something like that, and especially not in such a solemn tone. He was both annoyed and amused at once.

Taking advantage of the situation, Selena slipped out of his arms and continued with the finishing touches of her work.

Raymond resettled himself on the sofa, closing his eyes quietly, experiencing impatience and torment for the first time.

He grabbed a cup of ice water from the fridge, took a sip to cool down, but then couldn't help watching her again. Her short hair was just irresistible.

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

The water turned colorful as she rinsed the paint from her fingertips.

When everything was clean and she cout of the bathroom, she saw Raymond standing in front of the painting, his appreciation undisguised.

Selena packed her painting tools in her bag, not forgetting to remind him, "Thirty million." Seeing her approach the door, Raymond set down the glass he was holding.

"Go take a shower." Selena froze for a second; Raymond was still only wrapped in a towel, his muscular contours looking particularly attractive.

Without a word, she silently put down her bag and went into the bathroom.

The hot water cascaded over her, and through the steaming mist, she could see Raymond walking in and embracing her from behind.

At this moment, Selena felt a sense of absurdity. She really wanted to tell him that she was his wife whom he had never met, the woman he had just abandoned yesterday. But would any of it matter? If he thought she approached him by hiding her identity deliberately, it would be a loss too great.

And what confidence did she have to believe that Raymond, upon knowing the truth, wouldn't becenraged and involve others? others? us together a few times? they had cause He hadn't made a single promise; she was blindly trusting in her own allure. That was simply the beginning of a tragedy. And even if he had made promises, she wouldn't have believed them. A man's words in bed can never be trusted.

Initially, she kept the truth from him only because she was worried that he would becangry over being deceived and cause trouble for the Fair family.

Now, it simply seemed meaningless to her.

Once she had the divorce agreement, she planned to go abroad to study painting, to seek inspiration with her teacher in all corners of the world, instead of being confined to this limited space. She didn't expect to be the exception in Raymond's life, so she felt there was no need for the identity of his wife.

In a daze, she found herself being lifted up.