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.

Sometimes, women say the opposite of what they mean. She said no,

ignoring him; she just had a fiery streak, liked to hold a grudge. But he didn't mind; he found those little quirks

closer, wrapping an arm around Selena's waist, leaning in

and his lips

voice icy, "You smell like another woman. Don't

He paused, taken aback.

anyone else; where was this coming from? Probably picked up a

like a bloodhound to pick up on

of a mood killer, but the hint of jealousy made him grin inside,

voice was as gentle

Selena, still smiling, as he

sound of running

a couple of wet wipes, scrubbing her ears and cheeks until

long, the

his hips.. Water droplets glistened on his toned chest, slipping down into the towel-a silent