Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 401

His grip tightened suddenly around her wrist, pulling her sharply towards him. His voice was nearly a growl, "Is this really how you want to talk to me? Trying to provoke me?" Selena knew exactly how to make him happy. Hadn't she played her role perfectly in the past? She was capable, she just didn't feel like it.

Her wrist ached under his hold, but Selena ignored it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the photograph on the floor now hidden by her dress, and her anxiety eased a bit. "Everett, isn't this what you wanted? Or are you saying that unless I refuse, you won't touch me, you won't force me to keep having kids, you won't ship me off to some deserted island?" As she sparred with this insufferable man, she discreetly used her foot to nudge the dress over the photo, kicking it under the bed.

Everett let out a laugh, but it was devoid of humor.

He was thinking about how to make peace with her, but she wasn't giving him any chance. Ever since things had erupted between them, she had been completely unrestrained and reckless. She really didn't have any feelings for him anymore.

This realization made Everett uncomfortable, a suffocating tightness in his chest, like suddenly being submerged in icy water.

His grip on her wrist grew even tighter; he was desperate to feel that she was still within his grasp, still in his view, still his.

"Well then, since Mrs. Bennett is in such a mood today, how could I, as your husband, not play along?"

Selena's slender waist, lifting

one knee, his long fingers gripped her chin,

her head, to

want me to wrap this up quickly, show me what you've got." "Otherwise, I've got all the time in the world to

...

at the woman lying exhausted on it, and headed into

in sweat, her face flushed, her chest heaving rapidly, barely able to move

closing,

she wrapped herself in a blanket, slid off the bed, and retrieved her dress and the photograph from underneath She gently caressed Mateo's

the gap between the nightstand and the

was utterly drained. She quickly cleaned herself with a wet wipe before crawling back into bed, falling into

the sun was already shining brightly

the side; Everett was gone. Whether he had stayed the night or

Nor did she care.