Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Weren't they in the middle of a cold war, maybe even on the brink of divorce? What on earth did he miss?

Everett's eyes, dark and piercing, flicked over. He responded with a cool retort, "When did we ever have relationship problems?"

Selena scoffed inwardly. Who would buy that story?

Callum seemed to glance over, or maybe it was just a trick of the light.

Only Jaime looked genuinely puzzled. When had their relationship ever been smooth sailing?

Jaime wanted to speak up, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt the intense, silent warning from his buddy. Instantly, he snapped back to reality.

To keep himself out of trouble, he figured it was best to zip his lips and focus on the food!

Swallowing his words, he changed the topic. "Ahem. Let's get the food rolling."

When it came to dining and having a good time, Jaime was top-notch; no one dared challenge that. The dishes he ordered were a delight, tempting anyone who took a look.

eat like she hadn't in days, Everett's brow furrowed. At lunch, she barely touched her food in front of him, but now, with Callum around, her appetite was back with a vengeance. He

on Selena's plate. "Sweetheart, don't hold back if you like it." Then he

chimed in, "Hey, spare a thought for us single folks, will you? We came for a meal, not

it's time

Is that what

smiling

served her.

and whispered, "Why aren't you eating? Or is it just that the food I

light but carried

almost

message was clear: since she agreed to put on

them? The dishes he picked weren't her favorites. Even after three years of marriage, he even had the nerve to give her rice, knowing full well she loathed it; it always upset her stomach. Was he trying to be affectionate or just messing with

to eat, feeling her temper rise. She started to serve Everett in

care, she piled

She beamed at him. "Honey, you've been looking a bit thin lately. You should eat up