Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 410

Her eyes twinkled with a playful charm, "Mr. Everett, the little one said he wants you home early."

"The little one said that?" Everett raised an eyebrow with amusement. "And what about the little one's mom? Does she want me home early too?"

Selena didn't answer directly, just teased, "Well, that depends on whether the little one's dad has learned his lesson."

He loved this spark of hers, always knowing how to tug at his heartstrings just right.

Gently, he placed a hand on her belly, speaking softly to their baby, "Tell Daddy's little messenger that I'll be home early to keep Mommy company. And you, behave yourself, okay? Don't give your mom a hard time." Outside, Alex was already waiting with the car.

Everett pulled his hand back, ready to leave, but then paused. "Selena, if you're feeling cooped up, go ahead and take a walk. Just have Bill and the guys with you. It's for your own good. You're still in a delicate state, especially these first few months, and things might get a bit hectic around here."

Selena understood his concern masked by those words.

She didn't show any displeasure, just shrugged casually, "We'll see. I've been so wiped out lately, feeling dizzy after just a few steps. I think I'll stick with my bed for now. But... can I get my phone back? I want to call my uncle and share the good news; otherwise, I'll die of boredom."

stay put made Everett

his reach, he'd bend over backward to keep

"Sure thing."

into a tight

Alex gave her a nod from afar. The car rolled out of the driveway, disappearing from view. She turned

who had tactfully stayed

puzzled, "Mrs. Bennett, why don't you step out for a bit? Staying in all the time

someone who enjoyed being out and

replied with a light heart, "Not just yet. There's no

back with care.

serious, "Uncle, soon I'm heading abroad for some prenatal care. I probably won't be back until

It's time for you to take it easy, enjoy some peace, and stop getting

though a

argue with his

get it. It's a blessing, really, to have another child