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.

hesitating with the spoonful of oatmeal at her lips. She

huffed, somewhat incredulously, "Your life isn't valuable enough

sleeves rolled up, showing off the muscular lines of his forearms-sexy and strong. But his shirt was clearly wrinkled, with dried sweat stains on the chest, his eyes were red, and stubble was showing on his

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

realized Selena

bowl towards her, saying with a hint of something unspoken, "It's

and instantly sensed the "fishing for compliments" vibe

like him to cook oatmeal for the first time, it

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

was at a

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

longer the naive girl who could be easily swayed

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

for saying women loved these small gestures.

dragged a chair over and sat down, his dark