Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 301

Selena's mind was racing when she heard Everett's words, thinking, "What would I do without Ava?"

Taking her chance, she chimed in, "Yeah, Ava's got a knack for this stuff. You should definitely learn from her."

Everett's gaze flicked over to Ava, who was all eager and attentive. Normally, she had a sharp sense, but today she seemed completely clueless. Was he really here to learn how to bake pies? No, he was just trying to add some fun to his marriage with Selena. With deliberate intent, he said, "Mrs. Bennett, I want you to teach me!"

As he spoke, Everett's eyes were locked onto Selena's soft profile, leaving her no room to escape his gaze.

Ava finally caught on that something was off, realizing the couple had their own dynamic going on. What was her role in all this, anyway? Despite her recent grievances about Mr. Bennett's behavior and her sympathy for Mrs. Bennett, she still held on to the hope that if he truly committed to his wife and ignored outside distractions, it would be great to see them reconcile, especially with a kid involved.

Thinking quickly, she wiped her hands on her apron and feigned a stomachache, saying, "Oh dear, I've got a stomachache and need to hit the restroom. You two carry on!"

Without waiting for a response, she hurried away, leaving Selena speechless at Ava's over-the-top performance. It was so obvious she was just making an excuse to leave.

So much for loyalty!

Everett, on the other hand, was quite pleased. With a sly grin, he grabbed an apron off the wall, slipped it around his neck, and approached Selena. Looking down at her, he said, "Selena, mind tying this for me?"

back her annoyance, she wrapped her arms around his

of her hair and admire her long lashes and perfectly fair skin, which seemed impossibly

began to drift, his Adam's apple

of pie crust and some filling,

asked, "See how

nodded and

anything

so simple in her hands was anything but for him-his

but the results

would've thought the mighty

Bennett Corporation would of

something as simple

teasing, "Mr. Everett, can't even make a

at her sharply, but

eyes danced with

cheeks appeared," like a beautiful flower