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

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

her mouth, and chased them down with a swig of bottled water. Then, she lay back down,

attitude or the stark realization that

admit, he was

Selena, she was his wife, his possession, and he naturally felt the urge to contraher. So, the idea

and lighter, headed

gazed outside; this was Newport's most bustling

the business world, he was

any project no matter how daunting. Yet, it was surprising that someone like

He glanced at the small figure curled up on the bed, a faint, cruel

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