Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 300

Selena rolled her eyes internally. Seriously, did he really not get whether she wanted to see him or not? Did he have to ask every time? But today was meant to be a day of joy and happy reunions, filled with beautiful memories. She wasn't about to let some guy ruin it.

"No."

She replied coolly, giving him a gentle nudge. "Let go of me, I've got dough to work on."

Everett chuckled, leaning down to nibble at her lip, seeing right through her. "You say one thing but mean another."

Yet, he seemed in a good mood and didn't get mad. Instead of letting her go, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Keep kneading," he said lazily. Selena sighed, "You're in the way!"

Especially with Ava watching. What was he trying to prove?

Everett ignored her, even nudging her along. "If you don't hurry, we'll miss dinner. Oh, and I like my crust a bit thicker!"

Selena gritted her teeth in frustration.

her husband truly was. But these last few months had made things

worse

his polished and noble appearance, he was just a rogue

she had seen it

focused on kneading the dough, then rolling out

of warmth, strangely stirred

words "peaceful times" seemed to echo in

during holidays. His father was always abroad, and his mother,

any other, their

time, he developed a resistance to

family home for holidays, but his childhood views were deeply rooted; he didn't long

buried in

year was out of the ordinary, more

Selena and the scene before him, he felt glad

the pie crust, while Ava mixed the