My Visions His Reality

Chapter 75: Heaven’s Favorite

Raymond didn’t answer her back, a sudden dry turmoil rose in his chest, depressed inside.

Yesterday, her dog put him in an odd situation and let a stranger misunderstood and scold him.

Today, in the middle of the night, Raymond was splashed with paint. For a moment, it was hard

for him not to believe that he owed this woman something in his past life.

Selena looked at the man’s extraordinarily cold face and realized that she was not hallucinating.

She also knew she was in trouble and could only try to remedy the situation by saying, “Does Mr.

Montague have any spare clothes? I’ll wash this for you.”

Raymond looked at the paint tray she was holding and turned around and took a few steps away.

Selena stood in place, indeed a bit chagrined, wondering why most times they met something off

happened.

Raymond saw that she didn’t follow, and said in a deep voice: “Didn’t you want to help me wash it? Since you spilled it, you should be responsible.”

Selena followed up quickly, “I didn’t mean to avoid responsibility.”

“Eighty thousand.

His tone was light, his gaze falling on her face.

Selena didn’t react for a moment to what it meant, but froze for a moment before she realized

that this was the price of the shirt.

She was a bit staggered, never wore such expensive clothes in her life.

Make it like this, and she did not know if she could wash it later.

The actual fact was that he was be able to get a lot more than just a few of these.

Raymond looked at this low brow look of hers and inexplicably remembered her other face at the gambling table when she sneered back at Joseph and narrowed his eyes.

He walked back to his room and John, who was waiting nearby for his return, heard the commotion and was about to say hello when he saw Selena behind him, his pupils shrank and he had the good sense to find an opportunity to slip away.

Chapter 75: Heaven’s Favorite

Raymond entered the door, unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to Selena.

Selena just stepped in and felt a dress come over her face.

She blushed and took it off in a hurry, her eyes glanced around the room, but immediately after,

her eyes did not move.

Raymond was wearing such a shirt, at that moment took it off, and the upper half of his body was naked, now with his back to her, broad shoulders and narrow waist, his figure was really good, and his legs were long and slender, in terms of art, this was definitely the golden ratio.

She couldn’t help but fix her eyes on it and saw that his butterfly bones were also very long, every inch of them looked like they had been carefully polished.

She couldn’t help but sigh, this man, was really the favorite of the heavens.

Raymond was just about to open the cupboard to find new clothes to put on, but felt a burning sight behind him.

He frowned and turned to look at Selena.

Selena’s eyes still rested on his waistline, mermaid line, abs, everything.

To say that the golden ratio was still low was crazy, this was in the art material, more standard than the top male models.

She was so engrossed that she was even thinking about where to start if she were to draw it down.

As a result, she heard a deep male voice ask, “Very nice?”

This wasn’t the first time Raymond had asked this question, he had asked it the last time SelenaNôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

had stared at his hand in disbelief.

Selena nodded honestly, to be precise, it was very well drawn.

Raymond was amused again to see her so honest.

But thinking that she was already married, such behavior was more or less diabolical.

He quickly took a shirt and put it on, and then his tone became nonchalant.

“Still not going?”

Selena snapped back, and after getting her clothes, it was time to go.

Chapter 75: Heaven’s Favorite

“Good, Mr. Montague you get some rest early.”

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Raymond was not at all interested in why she appeared here, instead he completely lost the ideal

of going out for a stroll.

Selena took the shirt and was just about to go out, but noticed that from the time they met he raised his hand to rub his temples from time to time, and the shirt in his arms was also tainted with the strong smell of alcohol, so she knew he should have had a few more drinks, and now his

head hurt.

This sight wasn’t exactly new to her. When the Fair family just started that time, James whole day became to social it was almost outrageous, every time he came back with a headache, her mom would prepare a good sober soup, and help him press the head.

Later, when her mother left, she became the one who learned to do these things.

As habit would have it, what she said next was a bit thoughtless.

“Mr. Montague, would you like me to press your head?”

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