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 Selena insisted he

a knack for coaxing him,

and naive. But she was so stubborn, no matter how many times he

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

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

softened his heart, and he gave in, drinking the milk he didn't care for. Now, it had become

perfect for drinking, and Everett finished it in one go, his fingers tapping lightly on the glass. In a husky voice, he asked,

swnt

her off guard, and

brows furrowed again, and he shifted a

are you so

then, just a look, a smile, a phone call, or at the very least, buying her all sorts of jewelry, beautiful clothes, and shoes would make her as happy as a

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

Selena looked at him as if she'd seen a ghost and shot back, "You're trying