Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

As a top-notch journalist, Selena had a nose for a juicy story. But she didn't want to come off as too nosy, so she simply nodded and said, "I'd love to hear more about it." Callum's face lit up with a gentle smile as he reminisced, "Actually, when I was a teenager, I spent some time here. I really grew attached to the people."

Selena paused, stunned, staring at him in disbelief. He was three or four years older than her, and when he mentioned his teenage years, it clicked-it was the same time she returned here after losing her parents. She thought she knew everyone around, especially someone as striking as him. How could she have completely missed him?

...

Everett couldn't catch a wink last night, likely due to one too many drinks, and ended up sleeping in today. By the time he emerged from his room, the sun was already blazing in the sky.

Marian was tidying up the living room and greeted him with a cheerful, "Morning! Breakfast's ready in the kitchen. I'll heat it up for you."

She wiped her hands on her apron, ready to head to the kitchen, but Everett stopped her. "Where's Selena? I haven't seen her around."

"There is this medical team for the charity clinic at the park. She went there with Grace."

The clinic meant Callum would be there, too. Everett's eyes darkened, his lips pressing into a tight, cold line.

mood, cautiously asked, "Is everything okay? Are you feeling

Everett strode

aren't you going to have breakfast?" Marian called after him, puzzled. "What's the

...

sun blazed down,

break under a huge oak tree. The tree, rumored to be a century

asked, "Dr. Campbell, did you

to her face. Her features

he started,

"You've got a leaf in your hair Let me get it out

obliged, tilting her

park entrance, and she pointed him toward the lake where

stood facing each other, his hand reaching toward her hair, her lips curved in

flash of