Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 342

Selena stood firm, not backing down an inch. Things between them had reached a dead end, a cul-de-sac with no escape, and she had nothing left to fear.

Everett's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He couldn't accept the finality in her words. To him, she was Mrs. Bennett, his other half, and he wasn't about to let her go without a fight.

In a swift move, he leaned in, his large hand cradling the back of her neck, making her look up as his lips came down on hers, pressing with urgency and intensity.

Selena was caught off guard at first, then quickly began to struggle. "You jerk, let go, let me go... mmph..."

The more she pushed back, the more determined Everett became. His strong, muscular frame pinned her against the headboard, his arms wrapping around her waist like iron chains, and his tongue boldly parted her lips to claim her.

The gap in their strength, along with Selena's postpartum fragility, made it easy for him to overpower her. As the air slipped away, she weakened and went limp in his arms, her head spinning dizzily.

Everett reluctantly pulled back from her lips, gently kissing her cheeks, which had filled out a bit since childbirth, feeling even softer to the touch.

weren't for her still being in recovery, his

by a slap to his face, though Selena's

in his arms, gasping for breath, her dark eyes

fury; it showed she still

her eyelids, his voice husky with sincerity, "Selena, no one will bother us here.

health, and as for..."

for a moment before continuing, "The child

accepted the blame for losing their first child;

their side; both young with a

responsible for your accident may have fled, but they won't get far I'll make them

you want to do, wherever you

quiet, found himself talking more than ever, sharing

like any other guy, sitting in their bedroom, talking about