Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena felt her heart skip a beat. You had to admit, the man had a certain allure.

When sober, his eyes were always cold and distant, carrying an air of superiority that never softened, not even in their most intimate moments.

But once he had a few too many drinks, his gaze would become tender and deep, glistening with emotion, like a big puppy wagging its tail at you, irresistibly pulling you in.

It was like one of those addictive novels - you'd give your all for it.

Three years into their marriage, she had fallen for this countless times, constantly convincing herself that maybe Everett just wasn't capable of love. No, he was simply naturally aloof.

She thought if she just tried a little harder and put in a bit more effort, surely she'd find her way into his heart.

With that thought, her fleeting fantasies disappeared, and Selena let out a cold chuckle. "Don't push your luck."

Not getting the response he wanted, Everett frowned, glanced at her, and took the glass of milk from her hand, drinking it down without protest.

milk, finding it too strong. However, every time

knack for coaxing him, like he

first, he thought it was silly and naive. But she was so stubborn, no matter

when she got so upset her eyes turned red, and at that moment, he found her

tears to her eyes, she had never shown such vulnerability in front

in, drinking the milk he didn't care for. Now, it

got the milk to just the right temperature, perfect for drinking, and Everett finished it in one go, his fingers tapping lightly on the glass. In a husky voice,

swnt

off guard, and she responded with

the answer Everett was hoping for. His brows furrowed again, and he shifted a little closer to

voice was deeper, "Why are you

call, or at the very least, buying her all sorts of jewelry, beautiful clothes, and shoes would make her as happy as

had been bending over backward to make her happy, yet she remained

Selena looked at him as if she'd seen a