Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 392

When Selena came to, she found herself sprawled on the big bed in her bedroom, the night outside already thick and heavy. A needle was poked into the back of her hand, slowly dripping an IV into her system.

She blinked at the IV bag hanging above her, her mind slowly clearing the fog away. Her eyes, dark and unyielding, shifted and settled on the man lounging on the sofa across the room.

Everett, in his crisp black shirt and trousers, was as dashing as ever, his profile even more sharply defined, exuding an aura that screamed 'stay away.'

He had a Bluetooth headset on and a laptop open on the coffee table, clearly in the middle of a video call, with a pile of documents strewn about him. Selena watched him quietly.

To be honest, the Everett of today was mature, charming, and loaded. He had that magnetic aura that could draw any woman in like bees to honey.

But... he was fading in her mind, becoming more and more a shadow of the boy she once knew.

That boy, though equally moody and proud, had a heart that craved warmth, love, and believed in it too.

Now, he was controlling, even obsessive. His biggest issue? He didn't believe in love anymore, even scoffed at it. He refused to give any love but demanded hers in exchange, expecting her to stick by him without complaint, loyal as ever. It was downright despicable and absurd!

Sensing her eyes on him, Everett gave her a brief glance before wrapping up his meeting with a few terse words.

removed his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbing his temples

looked down at her pale face, his voice neutral, "The doc said you passed out from low blood sugar and stress. They've got you on a nutrient drip. You need

spiraling again, just when she had started to calm

but suspect he was doing

she refused to even look at

soft scrape and sat down, crossing

too much lately, feeling on edge, and her cold, silent defiance was only

icy, losing any intention to sweet-talk her, opting instead for words that would hit

to have restless nights and rough days, you might want to

been

diligent, could really make a name for himself if he keeps at

"Everett!"

at him. She

down the

fury

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