Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 409

Selena lowered her eyes, hiding the whirlwind of thoughts swirling inside her head. After a beat, she spoke softly, "Life moves on. He said he'd be there for me and the kids from now on. Some things are best left behind."

Ava felt a pang of pity hearing this. She thought it was a raw deal for Mrs. Bennett, but she knew all too well how most women compromise in marriage for their children's sake. Maternal love is truly profound.

Still, looking on the bright side, Mrs. Bennett had been through so much. Why should she let divorce make things easy for the other woman? Sure, Mr. Bennett had his flaws, but the family empire was innocent. In the end, it would belong to Mrs. Bennett's kids! Thinking this way, Ava felt more at ease and smiled, "Mrs. Bennett, as long as you keep your chin up, things will only get better."

Selena returned the smile.

Turning around, she spotted Everett standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking a bit surprised, "You're not off to work yet?"

"Not yet."

Everett replied casually, gliding down the stairs with his long strides. He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on her soft cheek and asked tenderly, "Still feeling off?"

Last night, after getting back from the hospital, she'd been queasy and dizzy, and he had stayed by her side until she drifted off to sleep.

"Feeling better." Selena said, noticing his furrowed brow and smiled, "It's not my first rodeo. I've got this. Early pregnancy can be a rollercoaster."

raised her hand, gently smoothing the creases from

playing on his lips as he held her

suited up, hair perfectly slicked back, she couldn't help but

out the deadwood," Everett said,

Ah, that explained it.

had used a family gathering as an excuse to put some unruly uncles in their place, and today Everett was leveraging this momentum to shake things up at the board meeting. This granddad-grandson duo was a force to be reckoned with. Everett

how

for her, genuinely

If only...

her face a perfect

him a once-over and said, "Your tie's a

their little spat, she'd been distant, not bothering with

himself, but these sweet little rituals were part

spilling in and highlighting the soft down on her fair cheeks,

couldn't resist wrapping his arms

in for a