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.

a foodie at heart, felt her cravings stir instantly. Picking up her fork, she dove in with gusto. After all, there was no need to play the part of a demure lady in front of Everett anymore. Watching her 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

though he masked it well. He picked up a piece of broccoli and placed it on Selena's

the jokester, chimed in, "Hey, spare a thought for us single folks, will you? We came for

Callum. "You two aren't getting any younger. Maybe it's time to find someone and settle down, so the elders stop their

that. Everett's playing matchmaker now. Is that what

usual calm demeanor, smiling gently, not engaging but

Selena hadn't touched a single thing he'd served her. Everything was pushed to

eating? Or is it just that the food I picked

was light

pressure, almost like

clear: since she agreed to put on this act, she should at least

well enough, but... was it her fault she didn't want to eat 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

now wasn't the time to make a scene. Selena forced herself to

care,

him. "Honey, you've been looking a