Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

him, making him look almost ethereal.

In the dining room, sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the man at the head of the table. His features made you stop and stare-dark eyes, a strong nose, and a jawline that was both smooth and rugged. The light seemed to wrap around

Even though they were practically at each other's throats these days, Selena had to admit that this jerk ticked all her boxes when it came to looks. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for him so hard, getting lost in what she now saw as her own silly infatuation. But seriously, it was already noon. What was he still doing here?

His cool, detached voice snapped her out of her thoughts. He scoffed, "You sleep like a log. Just a few days away, and your sleep schedule is all over the place. Is this any way to live a healthy life?" Selena just rolled her eyes. Before he spoke, he looked like a dream; the moment he opened his mouth, reality hit hard.

She walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down, her smile a tad more forced than she intended. "Mr. Bennett, was there something urgent this morning?" Everett, not missing a beat, said, "No."

"Then why can't I sleep in?" Selena leaned back, lounging comfortably. "I'm all about this lifestyle now."

She used to follow the crack-of-dawn routine just to keep up with him. But now? She was doing whatever felt right for her. No more bending over backwards.

Everett frowned, his eyes growing colder as if he just couldn't wrap his head around her newfound independence or maybe he just didn't like it.

good at picking up on his moods, especially in the morning. Back in the day, even a

off with a smile. "Do you hate the

silence saying

an innocent blink. "Well, that's too

a plate of food in front of her. Everett, trying to keep

and her appetite vanished. She'd been. indulging in her favorite dishes while away and wasn't

just not feeling

out to

else." With

up ready to leave.

and he slammed his fork down. "Selena, is the food here not

over. I'm tired of it. I'd rather eat

response was casual, not catching the

frustration. She had just spent a few days away,