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!

with her child gone, all she had

keep her temper in check, be gentle, understanding,

her words carefully, looking a bit downcast. "Everett, are you off to

turned chilly, clearly feeling

to spoil your wife like this It's late;

she doesn't care where you are, it means she doesn't

face darkened. He brushed her hand away and addressed the

by Derick and knowing well who his real boss was,

bit her lip, a flicker of frustration passing over

hit a

and accustomed to admiration,

was tension between him

saying, "Everett, take

her into the

out his phone, pressing it to light up the screen. Plenty of missed calls and messages,

an hour later,