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.

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

on Selena's plate. "Sweetheart, don't hold back if you like it." Then he proceeded to pile on more dishes, almost overflowing her

us single folks, will you? We came for a

it's time to find someone

now. Is that what happens once

usual calm demeanor, smiling gently, not

Selena hadn't touched a single thing he'd served

you eating? Or is it just that the food

was light but carried

almost like

clear: since she agreed to put

his meaning 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 it; it always upset

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

deliberate care,

sweet dishes. She beamed at him. "Honey, you've been looking a