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.

finding it too strong. However, every time

had a knack for coaxing him, like he was a

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

that one time when she got so upset her eyes turned red, and at

that brought tears to her eyes, she had never shown such vulnerability

gave in, drinking the milk he didn't

milk to just the right temperature, perfect for drinking, and Everett finished it in one go,

swnt

off guard, and

was hoping for. His brows furrowed again, and he shifted a

are you

smile, a phone call, or at the very least, buying her all

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

Selena looked at him as if she'd seen