Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 153

Ten minutes later, Derick showed up with a couple of outfits and a box of contraceptives. He didn't step inside, just hung back at the door with a respectful nod.

When Everett took the items, Derick noted his boss lounging in a loose bathrobe. His belt was casually tied, and he gave off a vibe of sheer laziness. Fresh scratch marks on his neck hinted at some recent, intense action. Everett was usually the picture of dignity and control, a guy with ironclad restraint. Having worked with him for years, Derick had never seen him this laid-back and disheveled during business hours. Today was definitely a revelation.

Sticking to the gentleman's rule of "see no evil," Derick squashed his curiosity, lowered his gaze, and kept his thoughts to himself. "Mr. Bennett, I've pushed your afternoon meeting to a later time," he said. "Alright," Everett replied nonchalantly, confident in Derick's ability to handle things.

Just as Derick was about to slip away discreetly, Everett's voice stopped him with a few cold, precise instructions.

...

Selena opened the box of birth control, took out a strip, and popped two pills, ready to gulp them down.

her wrist was

stood by the bed, looking down at her with dark, intense eyes. He hesitated before asking,

chased them down with a swig of bottled

was Selena's attitude or the stark realization that his once-docile Mrs. Bennett was slipping

had to admit,

possession, and he naturally felt the urge to contraher. So, the idea of his "possession" wanting to break free was unacceptable, especially when he wasn't planning on

grabbed his cigarette pack and lighter, headed to

this was Newport's most bustling business hub, mostly owned

world,

project no matter how daunting. Yet, it

at the small figure curled up on the bed, a faint, cruel smile teasing his lips.

Selena to continue being the sweet, compliant Mrs. Bennett. She'd eventually slip back into