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 around, her appetite was back with a vengeance. He found himself glancing at Callum,

it well. He picked up a piece of broccoli and placed it on Selena's plate. "Sweetheart, don't hold

spare a thought for us single folks, will you?

any younger. Maybe it's time to find someone and settle down, so the elders stop

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

usual calm demeanor, smiling

he'd served her. Everything was pushed to the side. His eyes narrowed

"Why aren't you eating? Or is it

was light

pressure, almost like

The message was clear: since she agreed to put on this

weren't her favorites. Even after three years of marriage, he

forced herself to eat, feeling her temper rise. She started to serve

deliberate care,

him. "Honey, you've been