Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 297

Selena was completely worn out, barely able to keep her eyes open, too tired to put up any fight. She nestled against him, drifting off into a deep sleep.

Feeling the rhythm of her breathing even out as she slept in his arms, Everett's lips curled into a soft smile. Tonight's release had probably cleared away a lot of her pent-up tension, both physically and emotionally. Of course, he'd enjoyed some of the perks too, though they were few and far between.

Everett held her a little closer, taking in her sweet fragrance, and gradually slipped into sleep himself.

The next morning, Selena slept in way past her usual time and only stirred when Ava knocked on the door, calling her name. She opened her eyes, still hazy with sleep. She couldn't shake off the drowsiness; waking up felt impossible!

Ava gently helped Selena sit up and brought over her clothes. Her skin was so fair and delicate that the bruises scattered across her body stood out starkly in the morning light.

Unable to hold back, Ava muttered, "Honestly, sir, knowing your wife's expecting, couldn't you be more careful? Men can be such beasts!"

Selena snapped out of her sleepiness amidst Ava's grumbling, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Ava, I've got it, I can dress myself. Could you whip up a strawberry smoothie for me today?" Sensing her embarrassment, Ava didn't push further and nodded. "Sure thing, I'll get that smoothie ready. Just be careful not to hurt yourself, alright?"

Selena's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "I will, don't worry."

Once Ava left, Selena leaned back against the headboard, rubbing her sore waist and thighs for a bit before finally getting up to freshen up.

in the CEO's office, Everett was lounging behind his large desk, lazily flipping through some papers with a

him, getting right up close,

roamed over Everett's handsome face as if he had X-ray

up, definitely off!" he clicked

an eyebrow, "If something's off, go see a doctor. I'll cover

without a hint of

it off, I'm talking about

on the desk, arms crossed, staring straight at Everett,

and there's this air of contentment about you. Plus, those scratch marks on

dumb question is that? Who else but

"She's... and you're such a

chuckled, tossing the papers onto the desk and

his

slightly lifting

chin.

himself. Who are you to call others