Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 380

Selena was still hesitant, but she didn't put up the same fierce resistance as before. She softened her tone as much as she could. "Everett, I'm a bit tired today..." she gently refused.

Everett had been pretty restrained lately, just holding her at night without crossing any boundaries. He thought a few days of relaxation would help her loosen up, but she was still tense and instinctively pulling away. This left him a bit annoyed.

They were married, after all. It wasn't realistic to think they'd never be intimate again. Plus, he hoped she might be open to having another child.

Only then would she truly settle, no longer letting her mind wander. With him set to inherit the Bennett family estate, a stable marriage was key. It would keep any schemers from throwing other women his way. Having an heir would put people's minds at ease. His brother's child was gone, and there wouldn't be another. So, the next Bennett heir had to be his kid.

Taking Selena on this getaway was all part of the plan-change of scenery, change of mood. Some fun and sightseeing could help her forget the past hurts and unpleasantness.

In the dim bedroom light, Everett propped himself up slightly, gazing at Selena. She had regained her health, looking fuller, her skin rosy and glowing. Even without makeup, her skin was flawless, as smooth as a peeled egg.

Life's all about moving forward.

Her bare face was so innocent, like a young girl untouched by the world.

Those dark eyes blinked at him, looking like a little rabbit in need of comfort, and his irritation melted away.

Everett gently caressed her cheek, his voice soft and husky, "Mrs. Bennett, don't turn me down, okay?"

her nose, moving lower to capture her

undress her, her breath caught. Everett noticed but didn't stop. Soon, her clothes were on the floor, his warm kisses trailing down to her neck, teasing her

slowly clenched, her eyes filled

against hers, and as Selena tried

murmured in her ear, comforting her while keeping his own desires in check, waiting patiently to ignite her

tricks, once

yel

her breathing quickened, and eventually, she turned her face away, burying it in the pillow as if

desires were strong, and saying no was pointless. If she

to go along with him. If he was happy,

her birth

she took

BUMS

new wave of desire surged through him. He held her tightly, showering her with

cheeks flush with passion, her eyes glistening, and her soft moans, all of

still savoring the moment, he lay on her, reluctant

drenched in sweat, her hair sticking to her face, and she was breathing heavily, like she'd been forced to run a marathon. Once she caught her breath, she nudged him, signaling for him to get

night, held her hand, their foreheads touching, and his voice was even huskier and more enticing. "Mrs. Bennett,