Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Dr. Campbell: [Hey, I noticed you had a little cut on your face earlier. I've got some ointment that might help. I'll bring it over later if you'd like.]

Selena froze, instinctively touching her right cheek. She rarely did her nails because it made daily tasks harder, but for yesterday's banquet, she had put on some fake nails. While slapping herself out of frustration last night, she accidentally nicked her face. It was only this morning, while getting ready, that she noticed it. She'd dabbed on some concealer, but Dr. Campbell still caught it. Talk about being detail-oriented!

And Everett, who'd been up close just moments ago, hadn't noticed a thing. The irony of it made her roll her eyes.

How can people be so different? She shot Everett a frosty glare.

He seemed to sense something and looked over with his dark eyes. "What's with that look?"

Selena stayed silent, her face a blank slate as she turned away, picking up her phone to reply to a message.

[Dr. Campbell, thanks for your concern, but I'm heading back to Newport today. I'm already on my way to the airport. Appreciate the offer, though.] The reply came back quickly: [So sudden? What happened? Weren't you staying for a week?]

Hmm.

know. His question

thought, Selena felt a weight lift off her

are you

back to the present, and her smile disappeared. She thought, 'It's a

be bothered with Everett, and quickly texted Dr. Campbell: [Grandpa wants to see

not pressing for details, just wishing

just what to say and

like him were

...

down his phone and stared blankly at the ointment on the table. It wasn't until someone called for him that he snapped out of it, standing up to put on his lab coat. As he did,

before he decisively tossed the invite

...

car sped down the

facing away, head. resting on the seat back, eyes shut. Clearly, she was pretending he didn't