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.

life isn't valuable enough

trousers, with three buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, showing off the muscular

knowing she'd be hungry when she woke

realized

hint of something unspoken, "It's my first time making it, but I tasted it, and it's not bad.

up at him, and instantly sensed

oatmeal for the first time, it

Bennett, it's just a bowl of oatmeal. It's not like you whipped

was at a

to order something myself. Even if I have to eat light, I'm not having

girl who could be easily swayed by small

lack of appreciation. His

loved these small gestures. Selena clearly wasn't falling

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