Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett had definitely had too much to drink. His gaze was unfocused as he instinctively found his way back to his room. The familiar, subtle scent of her filled the air, stirring warmth within him, amplified by the alcohol. He longed for her, yearning to share some tender moments.

There's a saying that couples fight at one end of the bed and make up at the other. He always saw their issues as minor misunderstandings, firmly believing that Selena would eventually come around and they'd move past it all.

So her fierce reaction caught him off guard, beyond anything he had anticipated.

He understood her pain and grief from losing a child. Her reluctance and the change in their intimacy made sense, but he always managed to bring a smile to her face in the end, and that was enough for him.

He believed that with time, or perhaps with another child, things would improve.

This certainty was as strong as his business acumen, which had never let him down. A well-known financial magazine in New York had once praised him for his extraordinary vision, able to pinpoint long-term opportunities with accuracy-a testament to his skill.

Yet here he was, sitting on the floor, slowly looking up at the figure on the bed, curled up tightly like a little hedgehog, all defensive. For a moment, he felt lost.

back then, wrapped in his affection for her, he had patiently explained

to push him away, refusing to

this pretext, she could rightfully keep him

remarrying. He knew there was someone else in

Everett

got. No man wanted to think of his wife being emotionally attached to another man, especially someone as possessive

dark eyes stormy. He stood up, striding towards

demon from hell.

pulling her towards him. Everett's fingers tangled in Selena's thick hair, his cold

tug, he forced her to look

tightened her breath, her

his lips, his voice low and gravelly, enticing yet chillingly