Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 453

For three years of their marriage, no matter how late it was when he got home, she always left the light on for him. Back then, he just took it for granted, never really appreciating it.

But now, that familiar warmth hit him unexpectedly, making his heart skip a beat.

Without another thought, Everett swung open the car door and with a quick stride, headed inside the house. He breezed through the foyer, took the grand spiral staircase two steps at a time, and down the corridor, each step feeling lighter than the last. Soon, he was at the master bedroom door. He pushed it open.

Inside, the cozy glow of warm yellow light spread across the room. Selena was there, in a loose nightgown, leaning against the headboard, her eyes distant as if lost in her own thoughts.

It was just like the old days when she waited up for him.

A smile tugged at Everett's lips, one he didn't even notice. He walked in, shrugged off his suit jacket, and in a laid-back tone asked, "Why aren't you asleep? Were you waiting for me?" Selena snapped out of her thoughts at his voice. She gave him a quick glance and bluntly replied, "No."

Why would she wait for him? She was surprised he even came back tonight.

She couldn't sleep, partly because of jet lag and partly because she was strategizing how to bring up the contract with Everett. Even if he was a player, a heartbreaker, his prowess in the business world was no joke. She couldn't underestimate him. She had to be ready.

by her words. Sometimes, women say the opposite of what they mean. She said

had a fiery streak, liked

himself moving closer, wrapping an arm around Selena's waist, leaning

head, and his lips brushed her

voice icy, "You smell like

He paused, taken aback.

this coming from?

a bloodhound

bit of a mood killer, but the hint of jealousy made him grin inside, "Alright, I'll

gentle as a

of Selena, still smiling, as he

the sound of running

scrubbing her ears and cheeks until they were almost red, then tossed them

the shower

with just a towel stung low around his hips.. Water droplets glistened on his toned chest, slipping down into the towel-a silent