Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 464

Before her lay a man with his muscular chest exposed, their limbs tangled together as he hugged her tightly, like a giant teddy bear. After giving birth to Mateo, she often felt weaker, her body perpetually chilly. Meanwhile, Everett, always full of life, was like a human heater. No wonder she was overheating in her dreams. But that wasn't the main issue right now. The pressing question was how Everett, who had been missing for over two weeks, ended up here. Why was he in her bed, wrapped around her so intimately?

Almost on reflex, Selena lashed out with a kick, landing it right on his stomach, sending him tumbling off the bed while he was still half-asleep. Everett let out a groan, his eyes snapping open, usually so mysterious, now clouded with sleep. Selena's voice, sharp with annoyance, cut through the haze. "Everett, what are you doing here?"

Slowly, Everett blinked and focused on Selena, who was still in the bed. Sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting her lovely face. Even in her anger, she captivated him.

Why was he here? He couldn't really recall. He had a vague memory of leaving his apartment and being picked up by someone sent by Jaime. Exhausted, he wanted a place to properly rest. He mentioned a location, and here he was. Maybe it was just an old habit; whenever he drank too much, he found himself wanting her to take care of him, and somehow, he always ended up back here. Or maybe, he just missed her.

But he couldn't admit any of this to Selena. He didn't want her scorn or laughter. To him, Selena was still his wife, and there was nothing wrong with them sharing a bed.

Everett got up, his dark eyes fixed on her, and shot back, "This is my house. Why can't I come back?"

and she'd

me to stay at

and if you decide to live here again, I won't object, but I'll

turned away, pulling her nightgown tighter around herself, and headed for the

connection. The

swiftly moved

pressed her against the cabinet. His voice was low and gravelly, "Selena, we're still in the cooling-off period, technically still married. You're still my

The agreement allows me to see the child anytime, and you agreed to it. What now? Trying to cut

but

him, slicing through his facade, "The child isn't even born yet, how do you plan to 'see' them? Mr. Everett, using such

embarrassed in the slightest. Instead, his dark eyes deepened, and he smirked. His voice