Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Do you even hear yourself right now?"

Selena realized she'd misspoken. But instead of backing down, she shrugged it off. "What I meant was, the AC is cranked up too high, and I'm roasting! Is that so wrong?" Her knack for bending the truth was becoming more impressive by the day.

Everett decided it wasn't worth the hassle to argue. After wrapping up a couple of work calls, he finally stood up and sauntered over, his long strides making it look effortless. The scene was set.

Selena flashed a welcoming smile and patted the couch beside her. "Please, have a seat."

Everett glanced her way but sat down anyway.

Selena eagerly handed him a fork, her voice sweet as honey. "I whipped up these dishes just for you, keeping your preferences in mind. I was up at the crack of dawn cooking. Please, enjoy." Everett took the fork, speared a piece of fish, and took a bite.

Selena watched him intently, her eyes wide with anticipation. "So, how is it?"

"It's decent."

Buoyed by his response, Selena nudged toward another dish. "This one's even better, give it a try."

Everett obliged.

about it? What do you

"Not bad."

ago, she thought getting into Bennett Corporation today would be a miracle. Yet, here

remembered all the

to figure out his preferences, honing her cooking skills until her hands were burnt and wrists ached, and she sliced her fingers here and there. No matter how much gthers praised her

win him

looking back, it made

dish. Ava had prepared lunch, and as Selena was leaving, she had

used to work at

and when

move with them, probably because Ava's cooking was just what his picky palate

known, she wouldn't have wasted all that effort

Ava's talent. Seeing him in a good mood, she thought she'd seize the

on Everett's sleeve, taking her chance. "You enjoy the meal I made, so you can't stay mad at me,

was referring to the last time she'd

dark eyes fixed on Selena,