Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 491

Everett's face was a bit blurry in the dim light, his eyes fixed on her before he suddenly leaned in and, almost playfully, bit her neck. "Ouch..." Selena gasped, caught off guard by the sharp pain.

"Selena, I really want to..." he whispered fiercely in her ear, but the words trailed off as he pulled away and straightened up.

With a quick adjustment, he was back to being the composed and aloof Mr. Everett.

Selena, on the other hand, looked like she'd been through a whirlwind, her hair a mess, clothes askew, and a suggestive mark on her neck. If she hadn't been bundled up today, who knows how much further he would've pushed it! As a servant neared, Selena swallowed her annoyance, quickly tidied herself up, and slipped out of the car.

She grabbed her luggage and walked inside without a backward glance.

Everett remained in the driver's seat, slowly rolling down the window, his dark eyes tracking her until she vanished from sight.

He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag, leaning back as he let the smoke curl out lazily, blurring his features.

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After a shower, Selena scrubbed away at every spot Everett had touched, though the bite mark on her neck stubbornly lingered.

She wiped the steam off the mirror to inspect the bruise, realizing it would take days to fade, fueling her frustration.

dog of a man,

in her bathrobe, she moved to the window and peered down. The car was gone; he had finally left, and her tense nerves

of her son, she quickly grabbed her phone, turned it on,

upset, trying to reach her

on the bed and dialing her apartment in Germany, near the Ink &

answered quickly, still calling her "Mrs." even after the

the title; it helped fend off unwanted attention, especially since she was raising a child. "How's

sulking since you didn't pick up his calls and had your phone off. He's been

Selena sighed.

his frequent illnesses. Her absence had

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soothed, "Sweetie, when I get back, how about I get you a Superman Digga, okay?" Still pouting, little Mateo shook his head, "I don't want Superman, I want you,

a pang of

she explained, "Mateo, I had to come back because your great-uncle is sick. Remember how

his years,

BUMS

sucked, he quietly pleaded, "Then please come back soon, Mom.

"I could never. I love you so much, I'll always be

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