Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 141

Everett was oblivious, lost in the haze of his growing intoxication. His large hand gently turned her face towards him, his lips pressing insistently against hers, prying them open to taste her sweetness.

The warmth of the alcohol lingered between them. Selena, still groggy, opened her eyes, momentarily thinking she was in a dream. But when Everett's tall frame settled over her, her eyes flew open, sleepiness vanishing as reality hit. The moment she realized it was Everett, she felt a surge of anger. How dare he take advantage of her like this?

"Let... ugh... let me go!"

Her voice, strained and low, barely escaped her throat, but Everett paid no heed. Unable to push him away, she defiantly reached up, grabbing a fistful of his thick hair and tugging hard.

A sharp sensation shot across Everett's scalp, forcing him to lift his body slightly. In the dim light, his dark eyes were filled with a mix of desire and urgency, as if he might devour her at any moment.

Their lips glistened under the faint light.

Selena's breath came fast, her cheeks flushed, not just with anger but with helplessness. Despite her fury, she caught the strong scent of alcohol on him and knew he'd had too much. She couldn't match his strength. "Everett, when did you get back?"

Move over, and I'll get you some milk to

unwavering. His warm fingers traced her collarbone lightly, causing her to shiver. He leaned in close, their

marriage, he never valued her and only used her to

noticed the tears glistening

their more intense moments, he'd sometimes push too far, making

soft yet bewildered.

and sniffed. It wasn't intentional-just the late-night emotions getting the best of

falling onto the bed and lying next to her

her, licking his lips, trying

to do with him, turning her back and pulling the blanket up tight around

a

they were still married, and wasn't it a wife's duty to