Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena threw him a bewildered look. 'Seriously, is he even human? I'm this sick, and he still...'

Annoyed, she turned her head away, managing to hold back her tears.

Everett took a deep breath, trying to calm his arousal. He set up the small tray on the bed and placed a bowl of plain oatmeal on it. "Didn't you say you were hungry? I just went to get you something to eat."

Even though his words were meant to be kind, his actions and tone came off so irritated that it was hard to feel any gratitude.

Selena's gaze landed on the steaming bowl of oatmeal, the warmth enticing her empty stomach. She couldn't help but swallow.

She remembered Ava wasn't around, so she casually asked, "When did you order takeout?"

Had he timed it perfectly so the food would be ready when she woke up?

Reading her thoughts, Everett frowned and pushed the spoon into her hand with clear annoyance. "It's just oatmeal, not rocket science." Was he implying that he made it himself?

Did he actually cook? That was shocking for someone of his status, who had never set foot in a kitchen.

her lips. She asked sincerely, "It's not poisoned, is

life isn't valuable enough for me to

buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, showing off the muscular lines of

care of her, knowing she'd be hungry when she

he realized Selena

with a hint of something unspoken, "It's my first time making it, but

snapped back to reality, looked up at him, and instantly sensed the "fishing for compliments" vibe in

cook oatmeal for the first time, it was kind of

just a bowl of oatmeal. It's not like you whipped up a five-star meal. Come on, it's 2024. Let's get

at a

out to him. "Hand over my phone. I want to order something myself. Even if I

no longer the naive girl who could be

taken aback by her lack of appreciation. His face darkened, and his mood turned

women loved these small gestures. Selena clearly wasn't falling for

down, his dark eyes narrowing,