Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Callum sent a message. Everett pursed his lips and unlocked her phone to read it. Callum had forwarded an article about preventing the flu, reminding her to take care as flu season was in full swing. As a doctor, it seemed like a reasonable thing to do, but it irked Everett.

He knew Callum too well, and Callum's interest in her wasn't lost on him. Thinking about it stirred his emotions.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

With a swift motion, he deleted Callum from her contacts. He tossed her phone back onto the nightstand, but still felt unsettled. His eyes drifted back to Selena's face. Her skin was flawless, a natural beauty. When she had married him three years ago, she was so youthful, her cheeks still plump with a tiny bit of baby fat. He remembered their first night together, how her face scrunched up in pain, tears streaming, making him feel guilty. But it also awakened a fierce possessiveness in him.

She's like a fresh canvas, one on which he could paint all his desires and fantasies. Over the years, they had grown incredibly close, and she had matured into a woman, a wife who fulfilled all his needs. At that moment, he realized why Jaime's question about his recent preoccupation with Selena had hit home. There were two reasons: his physical dependency on her and Callum's sneaky interest, which fueled his competitive streak.

Selena had chosen this path three years ago, marrying into the Bennett family and becoming his wife. This was her choice, and she had to stick to it, come what may.

Everett stared at her for a while, grasping her chin and muttering, "Quite the charmer, aren't you?" He leaned down and bit her neck, letting out his frustration.

When Selena woke up, she instinctively reached for the spot beside her, but it was empty. As she grabbed her phone, a soreness in her fingers reminded her of last night's events, causing her blood pressure to spike. Everett, who used to be subtly horny, was now blatantly so, almost unbearably!

In the bathroom mirror, she noticed a fresh bite mark on her neck. Everett clearly gave it to her that morning. She nearly broke her toothbrush in frustration. He was goddamn crazy,

She was irritated with sore fingers and cooked without much care: one dish was overly salted, another was too sweet, another was doused in hot sauce, and even the rice was undercooked. Witnessing this culinary disaster, Ava kept silent, sensing Selena's foul mood.

Meanwhile, Everett's mood had

shifted from stormy to calm. He wasn't scowling or barking orders anymore. Even the manager he had reprimanded the day before got a fair, feview on a new proposat without any nitpicking.

At noon, Selena arrived on the dot with a lunchbox. She plunked it down on the table. "Enjoy your meal. I'm out," she said, clearly not wanting to linger.

Everett removed his glasses and approached her, grabbing her wrist. "Stay and eat with me."

Reluctantly, she paused as he said, "I won't criticize your cooking anymore. Whatever you make, I'll eat."

"Really?" She stopped in her tracks.

"Yeah." Everett pulled her down to sit, hesitating before awkwardly admitting, "I was too harsh yesterday. It won't happen again."

Having realized what he truly

wanted, he was willing to adjust his approach. Jaime had pointed out his poor attitude, so he decided to change, as long as it meant Selena would revert to the Mrs. Bennett she

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Apologizing seemed like an alien concept for Everett. Selena blinked, then blinked again, wondering if she was seeing things. Were men really so simple? After venting one day, they became agreeable the next.

However, she couldn't be bothered to decipher his true intentions. Hurtful words, once spoken, couldn't be taken back. Her heart was already bruised, and a casual apology wouldn't heal the hurt.