Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 143

Callum sent a message. Everett pursed his lips and unlocked her phone to read it. Callum had forwarded an article about preventing the flu, reminding her to take care as flu season was in full swing. As a doctor, it seemed like a reasonable thing to do, but it irked Everett.

He knew Callum too well, and Callum's interest in her wasn't lost on him. Thinking about it stirred his emotions.

With a swift motion, he deleted Callum from her contacts. He tossed her phone back onto the nightstand, but still felt unsettled. His eyes drifted back to Selena's face. Her skin was flawless, a natural beauty. When she had married him three years ago, she was so youthful, her cheeks still plump with a tiny bit of baby fat. He remembered their first night together, how her face scrunched up in pain, tears streaming, making him feel guilty. But it also awakened a fierce possessiveness in him.

She's like a fresh canvas, one on which he could paint all his desires and fantasies. Over the years, they had grown incredibly close, and she had matured into a woman, a wife who fulfilled all his needs. At that moment, he realized why Jaime's question about his recent preoccupation with Selena had hit home. There were two reasons: his physical dependency on her and Callum's sneaky interest, which fueled his competitive streak.

Selena had chosen this path three years ago, marrying into the Bennett family and becoming his wife. This was her choice, and she had to stick to it, come what may.

Everett stared at her for a while, grasping her chin and muttering, "Quite the charmer, aren't you?" He leaned down and bit her neck, letting out his frustration.

spot beside her, but it was empty. As she grabbed her phone, a soreness in her fingers reminded her of last night's events, causing her blood pressure to spike. Everett,

bite mark on her neck. Everett clearly gave it to her

and cooked without much care: one dish was overly salted, another was too sweet, another was doused in hot sauce, and even the rice was undercooked. Witnessing this culinary disaster, Ava

Meanwhile, Everett's mood had

or barking orders anymore. Even the manager he had reprimanded the day before got a fair, feview on a

a lunchbox. She plunked it down on the table.

grabbing

she paused as he said, "I won't criticize your cooking anymore.

stopped

hesitating before awkwardly admitting, "I was too harsh yesterday. It won't

realized what he

so he decided to change, as long as it