Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 469

Seeing she still wasn't in the mood to talk, he gently laid his large hand on her shoulder, applying just enough pressure to turn her around and get a better look at her. Selena turned, but before Everett could catch sight of her face, she suddenly clung to him, pressing her face firmly against his chest, hiding it completely from view. In a hushed, raspy voice, she said, "I'm fine. Go on to work. I just need some time alone to rest."

She couldn't let Everett see the turmoil on her face; the anger in her eyes was too hard to hide. If he saw it, it would surely spark another heated argument.

She hadn't confronted Everett with Margot's incriminating photos and words because she already knew how it would end.

The result was always the same.

He'd continue to excuse Margot's behavior, never holding her accountable. Worse, he might even get angry and try to confine her again.

That would only make things harder for her.

Everett looked down at the woman in his arms, a bit surprised she'd initiated a hug, even if her voice was still icy.

But even the smallest sign of vulnerability from her was something he cherished. They had time on their side. She wasn't going anywhere, and eventually, she'd come around. He understood the art of not pushing too hard; a gentle approach often worked wonders. "Alright."

He tenderly ran his fingers through her silky black hair and kissed the top of her head. "I'll head to the office now. I'll be back tonight for dinner."

Selena stayed silent.

mind. He held her a little longer before getting up, changing clothes,

the courtyard, his car was already

the tension from the past few days of cold war lifted, leaving him looking more vibrant and captivating.

who wasn't typically swayed by men's looks, found herself

approached, she quickly composed herself and opened the

a strange feeling tugging at him, leading his gaze back to the master bedroom window

BUMS

Alex, not understanding his

the time

eboard

Mr. Everett, we should going, or

"Yeah, I know."

pushing that odd feeling

did he start acting so attached, as if

wait until he got home to spend some quality

to get into the car. "Let's

car started and slowly

listened to the commotion downstairs, then got up and stood

stillness, she picked up her phone and dialed another