Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 252

She heard him ask, slowly and deliberately, "So, are you pregnant?"

day..."

Selena's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to meet Everett's eyes, her gaze darting around nervously. Thankfully, she quickly mustered a shy, slightly annoyed demeanor. "Of course not. I'm just concerned because you want to have sex every single Except during her period, his appetite seemed endless!

Everett observed every nuance of her expression; her cheeks were painted with a shy blush, nothing else giving her away. "We're not the type to have kids together," he finally said, offering his answer.

Selena's smile stayed perfectly in place, the curve of her lips unwavering, flawlessly composed, yet inside she felt as if he had ripped her heart apart and tossed it into a freezing lake. Even though she had anticipated this response, it still stung.

Everett seemed oblivious to her inner turmoil, his gaze fixed on her pretty, flushed face. Her lips parted slightly, her whole being so soft and inviting, tempting him to indulge. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a forceful, dominating kiss, as if he wanted to consume her entirely.

feeling well," she pleaded. Not only was she not in the mood for his advances, but she also

had already come up with an excuse about a stomach

with frustration. She was right there, in his arms, and he was no saint. Being so close yet unable to touch her was driving him mad. He either hadn't heard Selena or didn't care; his kisses

couldn't help but let out a

cried, trying once more to push him

was above her and showed no signs of stopping. He clasped her hands, pressing them

not

closing her eyes in resignation, realizing she might not escape this

be gentle

to harm the baby.

in, Everett suddenly paused, panting heavily near her ear,

a moment, Everett