Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 63: Is it pretty?

Selena walked out not far with the umbrella, and her pant leg got wet.

A car slowed to a stop beside her and honked its horn twice.

She thought it was Caterlington again, and a touch of impatience had appeared under her eyes.

The window opened a crack and Mia's voice came from inside.

"Come on up, you go to the car now, it might be blocked, there are people outside."

Selena looked up at her parking spot, there were indeed many people, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, looked back, said thanks and opened the door and sat inside.

The rain and humidity were isolated on the outside, and the interior was surprisingly quiet.

Selena thought this was the Montague family's car to pick up Mia, but she didn't expect the driver in the driver's seat to be Raymond's driver.

She saw Raymond sitting on the window side, his fingertips cupped in papers, his eyes faintly downcast, not knowing what he was thinking. Fortunately, there was still Mia in the car, so the atmosphere was not too awkward.

Mia's little cheeks were all excited.

"Do you know that you are famous amongst our students, that Emily used to be so proud, but now she was actually taken to the police station, her family is probably anxious to collect people now, right?

And the principal and the Department Chair, who would have thought that they would behave like dogs in their day-to-day lives, and they were still doing such things in private, it's disgusting!"

Mia couldn't help but quietly pull Raymond, waiting for Raymond's cool, dark eyes to look over, before she looked at him bashfully: "Cousin, Emily will definitely go to her brother to tell him off, you mustn't make things difficult for Selena because of this, okay?"

Selena was slightly touched, only to feel that Mia, the girl was really simple, groping for so long, the first time someone tried to defend her.

A hint of impatience appeared between Raymond's eyebrows, but still spat out a word, "Hmm."

Mia's face suddenly brightened up, and when the car drove to her house, she grabbed the umbrella handed by the driver, not forgetting to turn around and instruct. "Then cousin, you send Selena back, she has guided my painting, but let me win the first place, as my teacher, benefactor, you must be polite to others." Chattering like a sparrow.

As soon as this little sparrow disappeared, the atmosphere in the carriage was very dull.

Selena's back couldn't help but straighten, and saw Raymond's one hand pressed on the file, slender, as if it were fine porcelain.

She looked at it and couldn't help but be fascinated.

She saw the fingertips tapping on the file and heard him ask, "Is it pretty?"

Selena then realized that she seemed to have been staring at his hand for a minute, and now, hearing him ask, raised her eyes and smiled openly at him. "Mr. Montague's hands are indeed very beautiful, one can't help but want to draw them."

In the eyes of those who paint, the hand is the second face of the human body, and in human art works, the hand is also the most difficult part to express.

So Selena has gotten into the habit of observing each other's hands by now.

Raymond the man looked quite cold, the wrist bone of the hand was long and white, revealing every part of it just right, and the fingertip movements when contemplating, gentle as a virgin. In the eyes of those who paint, this was top-notch material.

In Selena's eyes, there wasn't much of a difference between a man and a woman.

The only difference was whether it was suitable to be painted down, so she did not know that a woman staring at a man with unblinking eyes is itself a disguised titillation.