Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

"So, Mr. Bennett, maybe it's time to see things from your wife's perspective. You know what they say-marriages thrive when a husband cares for his wife like tending to a delicate flower, with patience and attention. That's the key to a happy, lifelong journey together." Everett stayed silent, leaving it unclear if the advice sank in or not. After a moment, he opened the car door and stepped out.

...

When Everett walked into the bedroom, he found Selena sitting cross-legged on the bed. She was holding a mirror in one hand and awkwardly dabbing her face with an antiseptic swab in the other. Claire's slap hadn't been gentle; Selena's cheek was swollen.

Everett's eyes darkened. He pressed his lips together, took long strides over to her, climbed onto the bed, and gently took the swab from her hand. "Let me handle that."

"No thanks. It's my face that's hurt, not my hands!"

Selena didn't want his help and turned to leave the room, not in the mood of sharing the space with him.

Everett caught her shoulder with his large hand and gently pressed her back onto the bed.

Selena gritted her teeth. "...What are you doing now?"

"Just applying the medicine."

Everett shook the swab seriously and leaned in. His handsome face was so close as he sincerely applied the antiseptic.

Selena let him continue, 'Just hurry up and finish so you can leave,' she thought to herself.

But even after Everett finished, he didn't let go. Instead, he kept her pinned down, staring at her intensely, the light in his eyes unreadable.

Selena furrowed her brows and tried

to push him off, but he didn't budge. She had a bad feeling and quickly said, "Everett, you're done with applying the medicine. Time to get upt

He acted as if he hadn't heard. His cool fingers gently brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear and then caressing her earlobe in a tender, ambiguous manner.

Selena felt a bit sensitive, turning her head to dodge his hand. Swallowing, she hardened her gaze. "Everett, if you're feeling horny, go find someone else!"

Everett didn't get upset. His lips

moved closer to her ear, voice low and husky "Landon just told me a husband should care for his wife like a delicate flower, with attention and

care think he's ont get

The topic shift left Selena confused. "What are you getting at?"

"As your husband, I should nurture you, my flower, to ease all that resentment you've got towards me."This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

It took Selena a few seconds to catch the drift of his words. His so-called nurturing wasn't the usual kind but the intimate kind...

Damn, that was some wild interpretation!

Was this the difference between a horny guy and a sensible one?

Selena's cheeks turned crimson, infuriated by his audacity. She nearly ground her teeth. "You can go nurture someone else. I don't need it!" But he seemed deaf to her words and replied, "Are you sure you don't want it?"

"No, I DON'T!!!"

A mischievous smile played on Everett's lips, his hand boldly moving on Selena. His long fingers were strong and nimble.

Selena was both angry and flustered, but she was no match for his strength. She was like a fish caught on a line, unable to wriggle free.

After a moment, he kissed her now bright red ear, his voice even raspier. "You're already feeling it... but still saying you don't want it?"