Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 160

"So, Mr. Bennett, maybe it's time to see things from your wife's perspective. You know what they say-marriages thrive when a husband cares for his wife like tending to a delicate flower, with patience and attention. That's the key to a happy, lifelong journey together." Everett stayed silent, leaving it unclear if the advice sank in or not. After a moment, he opened the car door and stepped out.

...

When Everett walked into the bedroom, he found Selena sitting cross-legged on the bed. She was holding a mirror in one hand and awkwardly dabbing her face with an antiseptic swab in the other. Claire's slap hadn't been gentle; Selena's cheek was swollen.

Everett's eyes darkened. He pressed his lips together, took long strides over to her, climbed onto the bed, and gently took the swab from her hand. "Let me handle that."

"No thanks. It's my face that's hurt, not my hands!"

Selena didn't want his help and turned to leave the room, not in the mood of sharing the space with him.

Everett caught her shoulder with his large hand and gently pressed her back onto the bed.

Selena gritted her teeth. "...What are you doing now?"

"Just applying the medicine."

leaned in. His handsome face was so close as he

hurry up and finish so you can leave,' she thought to

her pinned down, staring

her brows and

a bad feeling and quickly said, "Everett, you're done with applying the medicine. Time to

gently brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear and then caressing

turning her head to dodge his hand. Swallowing, she hardened her gaze. "Everett, if you're feeling horny,

get upset. His

a husband

he's ont

confused. "What

my flower, to ease

drift of his words. His so-called nurturing wasn't the usual kind but the intimate

that was some wild