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

a word, Everett strode

to have breakfast?" Marian called after

...

sun blazed down, Selena

tree, rumored to be a century old, was a park landmark and a hot spot for social

and Selena asked, "Dr. Campbell, did you really live around

shifted from the sparkling lake to her face. Her features were so well-defined, alluring with makeup, and naturally beautiful

he

and changed the subject. "You've got

obliged, tilting her

pointed him toward the lake where Selena was.

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

of intensity crossed