Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 242

Lately, Everett had been feeling stressed, seeking warmth and comfort from Selena and not wanting to deal with her icy demeanor.

With this in mind, he skillfully navigated the situation. His slender fingers gently lifted Selena's chin, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Mrs. Bennett, are you keeping tabs on me?"

They were three years into their marriage, so Selena knew him well enough.

She could tell he was dodging her questions and didn't want to explain-or maybe he thought it wasn't worth it.

Fine then.

Selena wrapped her arms around his neck, taking the lead to smooth things over. "I know you've been busy with work. I'm not the type of wife who needs her husband around all the time. I get it. Leave the wedding planning to me; I'll manage." With that kind of understanding, how could anyone not adore her?

Everett pulled her closer, rewarding her with a soft kiss. "You're such a good girl."

"Anything you need to discuss with Derick, just let me know. I'll make sure you're happy."

See?

Men, after a little wandering, often came back home with a temporary sense of guilt and treated their wives a bit better.

"Mhm."

his arms, catching a whiff of the hospital antiseptic still clinging to him. Her lips curled up in a smile, but her eyes remained

two months were left until their six-month

more months,

crushed her dreams of a wedding; she wouldn't dream

in his study, Selena took

just as she settled

bathroom, he strolled into the

flicked to

the

. "Mrs. Bennett, calling

and he raised an

it a

night already?"

wasn't even midnight, very unlike her

her

towel onto the sofa and made his way

to him, her slender shoulders and elegant shoulder blades catching the dim

en

definitely blessed in

her, made Everett feel