Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 311

Ever since Josh found out Selena was having a baby boy, he couldn't shake off this inexplicable sense of joy. Whether it was the uplifting news or just sheer luck, his health seemed to have taken a turn for the better. He looked more spirited than ever. Clutching Selena's hand, he couldn't stop talking about sticking around long enough to see his great-grandson make his grand entrance into the world. He promised her that his entire estate would be theirs, a fortress against anyone who dared to mess with them. "I'll always have your back," he reassured her, "as long as I'm around, you've got nothing to fear!"

Selena felt her emotions welling up, "I hear you, Grandpa. But you need to hang in there, not just to see the baby but to watch him grow and help guide him into someone amazing. You have to stay fit and live to a ripe old age!"

"Pinky swear!" she said, holding up her little finger. "It's a promise from me and the baby!"

Josh, indulging her, hooked his finger with hers. "Alright, a promise with my future great-grandson."

Then, with a warm glance at her belly, he added, "Don't worry, little one. Great-grandpa will keep your mom safe, and you better arrive safely to meet me, okay?"

Selena, mimicking a child's voice, replied, "I will, Great-grandpa, just wait for me!"

Everett showed up shortly afterward to take Selena home. Josh seized the moment to give him a stern warning, threatening to personally deal with him if he ever let Selena and the baby down.

Everett, unable to help his helpless grin, replied, "I wouldn't dare."

lean into him, and with a teasing tone, said, "I've got her so spoiled now,

more ways than

wandered to less innocent thoughts, her cheeks turning a rosy hue. Not wanting to entertain Everett's teasing,

asked,

a mysterious smile, said, "Nothing, Grandpa. We're just

sure to look after Selena and my

ignoring her protests as he wrapped his arm around her and

them leave from the hallway,

Selena awake, something that had become all too frequent as her

the past, Everett had been woken by her discomfort and had gotten pretty good at helping her ease the painoso, instinctively, she reached

my leg's cramping

her hand met empty

in surprise, realizing

off burning the midnight oil

no other option, she