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!

her cool, but with her child gone, all she

in check, be gentle,

chose her words carefully, looking a bit downcast.

dark eyes turned chilly, clearly

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

too; I get it. When she doesn't care where

her hand away and addressed the butler outside, "Take care of Ms.

butler, chosen by Derick and knowing well who his real

bit her lip, a flicker of frustration passing over her face, but it

hit

proud and accustomed to

long as there was tension between him and Selena, she'd find a

smile, gently saying, "Everett, take care on your way

butler help her into the wheelchair and wheel her

pressing it to light up the screen. Plenty of missed calls

hour later, the driver