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.

the spoonful of oatmeal at her lips. She

life isn't valuable enough for me to go

up, showing off the muscular lines of his forearms-sexy and strong. But

he was telling the truth; He had rushed back to take care of her, knowing she'd be hungry when she woke up and had even taken the

he realized Selena

towards her, saying with a hint of something unspoken, "It's my first time

to reality, looked up at him, and instantly sensed

him to cook oatmeal for the

didn't play along. "Mr. Bennett, it's just a bowl of oatmeal. It's not like you whipped up a five-star meal. Come on,

at

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

no longer the naive girl who could be

lack of appreciation. His

Derick for saying women loved these small gestures. Selena

a chair over and sat down, his dark eyes narrowing, his