Reclaiming Her Heart

The scene from that night replayed in his mind. He found himself remembering the two indents on her lower back, above the coccyx and on either side of the lumbar vertebra, known as the dimples of Venus in art, the seductive eye of the human body.

At this moment, with her back turned, her figure was graceful, slightly bent

The action reminded him of that night when he was holding her waist and playing with her intensely.

Raymond's eyelashes fluttered and his throat clenched.

The atmosphere began to develop a hint of ambiguity, and Selena, holding the paintbrush, could feel a slight warmth spreading through her body.

She heard footsteps approaching, and a wave of heat came from behind. She immediately stiffened, but Raymond just brushed past her and leaned over to pick up another paintbrush.

His chest lightly touched her back for just a moment, a brief touch before separation.

But that temperature from the brief contact seemed to penetrate their clothes and seep into their skin.

Selena froze and dared not move. She watched as Raymond dipped the paintbrush in the palette of colors and made a few strokes on the wall.

He did not damage the artistic conception of this painting. His ideas seemed to merge perfectly with Selena as she had a similar intention for that part of the painting.

She hastily pushed away other thoughts in her mind and continued to calmly work on this section.

Perhaps Raymond just wanted to practice, as after he had made a few strokes he put the paintbrush down.

"Mr. Montague, it's late. Why aren't you resting?" Selena simply enquired.

"I have a headache." Was the matter of factedly response she received.

Selena stopped speaking and secretly calmed her emotions, continuing to diligently work on the unfinished part.

An hour later, she couldn't help but turn around to take a look.

Raymond was long gone; there was nothing behind her.

She let out a sigh of relief, and her efficiency increased in this solace.

She worked through the night until 7 a.m., feeling like she was walking on air. Finally she had finished the sense of accomplishment filled her.

She neatly packed away the paintbrushes and palette, knowing that someone would come to tidy up later, and stumbled back to her room.

After a quick shower, she collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep almost instantly upon touching the soft pillow.

The painting on the white wall was already complete, by the time the housekeeping staff had began their daily activities.

After Raymond dealt with the company's business for the day, he heard John knocking on the door, saying that someone had come to invite him for a meal.

Raymond left the room and saw several executives waiting outside.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they mentioned that a batch of high-quality yellow croakers had arrived late last night, and steaming them would be the most delicious way to prepare them, so of course they wanted to treat a VIP like him. Unable to refuse their hospitality, Raymond had no choice but to follow them.

As they walked through the hallway, they inevitably passed by the wall.

One of the executives stopped and couldn't help but praise.

"Mr. Montague, do you like this painting? You mentioned yesterday that this white wall was too dull, and coincidentally, the student who was accepted into The New York Art Academy came back, so we invited her over, and she finished it overnight."

Speaking of Selena, a smile appeared on the executive's face.

"That child is so capable. She used to attend our school as a guest student. It seems like her mother passed away, and her father was running the company alone"

The executive continued, "She came here for high school, and who would have thought she became the only one in the county to be accepted into The New York Art Academy. Until now none of our other students have managed to match the marks she attained that year, she holds the title of highest overall marks attained in a single year. She even managed to negotiate with the higher-ups for..."

"Raymond smiled, his demeanor calm yet teasing. 'She painted it very well, living up to the reputation of the New York Academy of Fine Arts,' he remarked. The person in charge heard his words and smiled even more, naturally treating Raymond, a big boss, with flattery.

Raymond mentioned that it was monotonous, so the person immediately went to find someone to fill in the blank wall. It seems like he found the right person. 'If Mr. Montague wants to meet her, can I have someone call her?' 'No need,' Raymond replied. She probably stayed up all night last night.