Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 140

Jamie wasn't done yet and threw in another jab. "You're splitting in six months anyway, so why bother with her so much?"

Everett shrugged. "As long as she's Mrs. Bennett, even for just one day, she's got to do her part!"

"And what exactly is 'her part' supposed to be?"

Everett's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. After a moment, he took another sip of his drink and replied, "She needs to be obedient, listen to me, not get on my nerves, and be completely devoted to me as my wife." She had been doing just that for the past three years.

Jamie shot back, "You want her to be all about you, but can you say the same for yourself?"

Everett found himself at a rare loss for words.

"Yeah, keep dreaming!" Jaime teased.

Jamie considered himself a bit of a scoundrel, but even he felt Everett was taking things too far.

He patted his good friend's shoulder and said earnestly, "Your wife's been dealing with your cold shoulder for three years. If you're really not into her, let her go out of respect for the time she's given you!" "She's still young and gorgeous; finding someone new won't be hard. Waiting until she's older and worn out would be unfair."

"Selena married me, and she's

end of the

heard enough and stood up abruptly,

walk out, Jamie called after him, "Everett, haven't you noticed you're more concerned about her lately? You should really think about what's going

because of the alcohol, so the club arranged a chauffeur. Once he was

address and shut

the driver gently woke him. "Mr.

at the villa in Moon Bay, not at the office. He frowned, "I thought I

"Did I?"

The driver nodded sincerely.

for a moment and then said, "Never mind.

out of the car and walked into the villa, his long strides echoing in

Ava were asleep; the house was peaceful. He changed his shoes at the door, touched the rail as he went up the stairs, and entered

soft bed, the dim light of the bedside lamp casting a gentle glow over her. Somehow, it

turned over unconsciously, kicking off the blanket Her nightgown had ridden up to her waist, giving Everett an unexpected view of her delicate

lace panties and the slender

alcohol, or maybe just instinct, but Everett shed