Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett barely batted an eye as he smoothly fastened his cufflinks, his gaze landing on Selena, whose hands were shaking so much from anger that she struggled with her buttons.

Though they hadn't gone all the way, there had been plenty of kissing, touching, and holding-moments that often stirred a sense of tenderness in men. With a slight smirk, he took her wrist gently and helped her to her feet. His fingers, long and deft, took over the task of fastening her buttons. Looking down at her with a casual air, he said, "You're my wife, and it's official. If I don't have my way with you, then who else will I do it with?"

The attraction between a man and a woman is the most natural thing. He saw no reason to hide his desires. Plus, men in the business world who made a name for themselves were driven by ambition, and such men had strong desires across the board.

Everett was picky-not just about food but also about women. Not every woman could catch his eye. Selena might not have stood out in other areas, but she always matched his tastes in bed.

Because of that, he tolerated her occasional dramas and quirks in their marriage; after all, finding a good match in bed wasn't easy.

Hearing this, Selena rolled her eyes dramatically. 'There he goes again, acting like he's all that!'

It's not like he hadn't been with Margot. How else would they have a child together?

His current anger probably had something to do with Margot being pregnant, making him unusually clingy with her.

up on her mood. His eyes drifted

on the leather sofa marked where she had fiercely resisted

he leaned in again, whispering, "You didn't exactly seem

fingers, and those scandalous scenes replayed in her mind, causing her cheeks to

was a natural reaction. Anyone would respond to such touches, especially when he deliberately teased

refused to feel

risqué banter. But now that he was acting like a playboy, she

films to learn how to entice him, she'd only

him away firmly, quickly straightening her clothes. Her blouse was still half-open, risking too much exposure. She gave Everett a frustrated glare, then grabbed Kis suit jacket from

threw it on.

narrow waist were covered

his jacket made

grown-up clothes, a bit comical, but she couldn't care less. Better that than

she grabbed her purse and walked out