Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 452

Margot's words snapped him back to reality. He rubbed his tired brow, sidestepping her question with one of his own. "What time is it?" Margot blinked at the unexpected question, but checked her phone anyway. "It's just midnight," she replied.

Midnight.

Everett lifted his gaze, casting a sideways glance at her, his tone indifferent. "William's birthday is over, then."

Margot wished she could've bitten off her own tongue. She should've said it was half past eleven.

Ignoring her thoughts, he spoke again, "It's late. You should head back and rest. Time heals all wounds. If you need anything, call Alex."

Margot caught the drift. Despite her injuries, he wasn't going to stay; he was itching to get back to Selena.

Just because she's pregnant again, does that make her so special?

Every woman can have kids. If he wanted, she could give him a dozen! She wouldn't take him for granted like Selena, always at odds with him, always causing trouble. He's been so busy and worn out lately, and it tugged at her heart. Did Selena give a damn?

It wasn't fair to Everett, or to her!

but with her child gone, all she had left was Everett's lingering regret

keep her temper in check, be gentle, understanding,

looking a bit downcast. "Everett,

chilly, clearly feeling she'd crossed a

a friend. Honestly, is it wise to spoil your wife like this It's late; she should at least call to check on

I get it. When she doesn't care where you are, it means she doesn't

her hand away and addressed the butler outside,

knowing well who his real boss was, nodded quickly. "Understood,

lip, a flicker of frustration passing over her face,

hit

accustomed to admiration, wouldn't stoop

there was tension between him and

on a warm smile, gently saying, "Everett, take care on your

her into

to light up the screen. Plenty of missed calls and

an hour later, the driver