Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 162

Everett lifted his head, gently taking her wrist and moving it aside. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her flushed cheeks and dreamy eyes. "Mrs. Bennett, are you satisfied now?" he teased. Selena, though still a bit dazed, was not impressed by his sly tactics. Her lips trembled as she retorted, "Not... satisfied!"

His fingers brushed over her still-trembling body, bluntly calling her out, "But your body seems to think otherwise."

Selena just stared at him, speechless.

"Mrs. Bennett," he continued, his voice low and irresistibly charming, "since I've taken care of you, isn't it fair that it's my turn now?"

The way Everett looked at her almost made her knees buckle. Her heart skipped a beat. After yesterday's whirlwind, she hadn't fully recovered. If he kept it up, she'd be bedridden for days! Without wasting a second, she tried to get up and escape.

But Everett was ready for her. He held her down with one hand, and with the other, he opened the nightstand drawer, revealing a stash of various brand-name condoms.

Selena was taken aback. Sure, they usually kept some condoms around, but never this many! Everett didn't visit that often, and sometimes, he'd have her take a pill in a rush. When did he stock up like this? She used to buy the condoms herself; it wasn't something she liked to delegate.

seeing the confusion in her eyes, he explained with a grin, "I promised I

How could she

she spat

she know, her flushed face and anger only made

bigger jerk here..." he murmured as he secured her waist to

was almost tender, but his actions were anything but. He was

delicate brows furrowed, her hands

came at the bedroom

voice filtered through, "Sir, Ma'am, Miss Jiang is here. She says it's

chest. "Everett,

nearly killed her.

couldn't help but laugh

hands as he glared at

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