Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 518

Selena pressed her hands against his solid chest, trying to push him away, but her strength was no match for the fury of the man in front of her. Even through their clothes, she could feel the searing heat beneath her palms, their bodies locked together so tightly that not

even a whisper of air could pass between them, with certain areas burning with intensity...

Panic started to creep in. This wasn't like last time; then, his anger was more about suspicion and testing the waters, just wanting to check if she had really been with someone else. Now, he was consumed by a tidal wave of betrayal, and he wasn't going to let her off easy! She swallowed hard, her voice quivering, "Everett, please, don't do this. Calm down!"

Calm down? In this situation, she thought she could just casually ask him to chill out?

Everett let out a laugh, but it was more of a cold, mocking snarl. He leaned in closer, his body pressing against hers with heat, capturing her delicate earlobe like a lover's caress.

"What exactly should I stop?" His voice was a husky whisper, sending shivers down her spine. His hand roamed boldly, exploring without restraint.

His words cut deep, "Selena, weren't you the one trying to provoke me last time? Trying to rile me up to let you go. Why not now?"

"Maybe this time, I'll be the fool again, willingly falling for your tricks!"

rough actions were driven by anger and resentment, causing Selena both pain and embarrassment, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Yet, she bit her lower lip, refusing to respond to his provocations or make

at her for a moment, then sneered, "So, you're putting on this brave act to stay loyal to

have a

than an actual kiss. Selena felt overwhelmed, her brows knitted in discomfort, struggling to breathe as faint purple veins appeared on her forehead. Yet, she refused to speak, plead,

clung to the dark grey bedsheet beneath her, crumpling it into a mess.

the fire in his

desire in his body, he

needed to

her, to

and not like the past three years, where she would

slightly, his dark eyes studying

her soft skin, deliberately playing with her

face. His

tremble even more, her breathing growing

had changed. His heart felt