Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 363

The man reached out to pull her close, but she, fueled by anger, grabbed his hand and bit down hard, leaving a crescent-shaped mark on his palm. Everett almost burst out laughing.

It seemed like he always had the upper hand, but in truth, she was just as fierce in her retaliation. His body was a canvas of scratches and bites, each one a testament to her fiery spirit. Those tiny, rebellious teeth of hers-sooner or later, he'd tame them. Images flitted through Everett's mind, making his eyes darken with intensity. Just then, a knock on the door broke his reverie. Ava's voice came from outside, "Sir, the rice pudding is ready."

His wandering thoughts dissipated, and he took a moment to compose himself before stepping out of bed. He walked to the door, took the tray from Ava, and returned.

In just that short moment, Selena had already drifted off again, her head lolling to one side. But Everett wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. He set the tray on the bedside table, then settled himself at the head of the bed, gently pulling Selena up to lean against him. Taking up the bowl, he began feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

At first, Selena scrunched her eyebrows, stubbornly refusing to open her mouth. But after he murmured something into her ear, she cracked open her eyes, glared at him, and reluctantly took a bite.

Eventually, she gave in, albeit grudgingly. But after just half a bowl, she pushed it away, unable to take more.

Everett, seeing her struggle, didn't press her further. He finished the remaining half himself, then rinsed their mouths before pulling her close, both of them sinking into a deep sleep.

fluttered open. As awareness crept in, a

man! It's not like he didn't have other women to bother, yet he kept zeroing in on

hot bath, easing some of the tension from her body. Afterward, she slipped into a high-necked dress as usual,

exactly hungry, but

person who could have a down day but wouldn't let it

Kon

until she'd had enough, then set her utensils down. Just as she was about to

sure they were alone, Ava whispered, "Ma'am, this soup is specially made for you, to help strengthen your

Selena wanted was to strengthen her body,

her. She licked her lips and quietly asked, "Where did this soup come from? Is it from... Derick?"

hadn't even mentioned it, and yet

chest. She'd been betting on Derick's empathy, hoping he'd lend her a hand. Even if he didn't, at