Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 253

In the next moment, Everett rolled off her, his voice still thick with desire. "Selena, today you owe me one. Get yourself back in shape soon, because you definitely owe me big time!" Selena knew Everett wasn't the kind to deny himself anything, especially when it came to matters like this. Yet, here he was, stopping on his own accord...

She felt a confusing mix of emotions swirling in her chest-bittersweet, full, and strangely touched. Her dark eyes locked onto his, flickering with all sorts of emotions. "Selena," he called out her name again, suddenly.

"Hmm?"

"If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to hold back."

Her gaze was moist, filled with longing, and practically glowing, almost as if it had a pull of its own. It was enough to drive any man to distraction.

Selena simply said nothing.

She wanted to argue that her look was perfectly normal, but thought better of it. Instead, she let out a soft "Oh" and looked away.

Everett noticed her ears turning crimson and couldn't help but grin before he headed into the bathroom, stood under the shower, letting the cold water wash over him.

the hospital bed, Josh had downloaded a game

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set to fire back on voice chat when someone taunted him, "Do you even know how to play? Are you a grade schooler or something?" Josh burst out laughing, all his annoyance evaporating. He proudly showed his phone screen to Selena, "Look at this,

wrapped up in her own

was unwell, Josh was as sharp as ever and quickly noticed her distraction. "What's up? Did that rascal Everett give you a

her lower lip, hesitating. She was caught in a dilemma about whether or not to tell Josh about her pregnancy. If

quickly shook her head. "No,

But...

had narrowly escaped death recently, she worked telling him might cause a clash with Everett. Josh's health couldn't take any more

wanted to say got swallowed back down. Selena hid all her true emotions behind a smile and said, "I've just been a

me.*

buying it. He knew Selena was the type to keep her troubles to herself, always swallowing her grievances for the past

gently patted her hand

talked to the lawyer. You