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."

shook the swab seriously and leaned in. His handsome face was so close as he sincerely applied

finish so you can leave,'

let go. Instead, he kept her pinned down, staring at her intensely, the light in

furrowed her brows and

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

cool fingers gently brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear and

his hand. Swallowing, she hardened her gaze. "Everett, if you're feeling horny, go find

didn't get upset. His

a husband should care for

he's

confused. "What are you

your husband, I should nurture you, my flower, to ease all

a few seconds to catch the drift of his words. His so-called nurturing wasn't the usual kind but the intimate

that was some