Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

cherished and cared for.

Selena was totally caught off guard, her eyes widening in surprise. Everett's warm breath brushed against her face, and she could see his thick eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Honestly, she preferred kissing over anything else. Kisses felt pure like you were But for the past three years, each time he initiated a kiss, it was just a prelude to something physical, never about genuine closeness or affection. Besides that one time at a party when he kissed her just to shut her up, this was only the second time that seemed genuine. Selena didn't feel any warmth or sweetness, just shock and a bit of disbelief. Instinctively, she shoved him away. "What are you doing?" she asked, stepping back and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Everett seemed taken aback by her strong reaction. Seeing her look so disgusted, his expression faltered.

It finally clicked for Selena what his so-called "signature" meant. She was taken aback. "You don't actually think this is charming, do you? Gross..."

Their marriage was all for show now. His actions weren't charming-they were just grotesque, weren't they? She couldn't help but spit twice in disdain.

Everett's gaze turned icy, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. He laughed bitterly, emphasizing each word, "Selena, what's with the act? When you were pulling all those stunts to get my attention before, you weren't exactly shy."

Damn, the jerk was barking up the wrong tree again. Selena clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fury, wanting nothing more than to slap him. But for her uncle, for Ricky, and for a smooth divorce to become a wealthy woman, for a brighter future, she couldn't lose her temper!

she reminded herself, thinking of the five percent share in the Bennett Corporation. Her anger was quickly cooled by the thought of wealth. Deciding to ignore him, she put on a forced

looking back. Everett watched her disappear, his anger simmering. After a

had been quiet until now, chose this moment to speak up, "Mr. Bennett, I'll head out

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Everett's tone was cool, yet there was no mistaking the