Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 522

Everett gently wrapped Selena in her bathrobe and tucked her snugly under the covers. He got out of bed, slipped into his clothes, and stepped out onto the balcony.

The night had quietly faded, leaving a soft glow on the horizon.

The sea breeze billowed through his white shirt, which he had lazily buttoned halfway, revealing a patchwork of scratches across his chest. Some were still fresh and bleeding a testament to the night's wild passions.

Everett lit a cigarette, leaning casually against the railing as the wind whisked away the smoke. He didn't really smoke it, just let it burn out. Once he stubbed it out, his tangled thoughts began to settle.

Turning back inside, he returned to the cabin.

He pulled Selena into his arms and closed his eyes.

Selena slept deeply, waking only when the sun was already high in the sky. Sitting up was a struggle; her body felt as though it had been taken apart and put back together wrong, and her waist and legs were so sore she could hardly straighten them. Yet she felt surprisingly fresh, that man must have taken care of her.

Memories of the previous night's chaos flickered through her mind, stirring a sense of unease and frustration. This was exactly what she hadn't wanted.

She thought she had everything figured out, but she hadn't accounted for Everett's relentless fixation on her. Even after three years and with Margot out of the picture, he still wouldn't let her go.

going on in Everett's mind, but she

Despite the previous night's indulgence, he showed no signs of weariness. Instead, he seemed to

up. Come on, have something to

approached with

rough, "Everett, you've gotten what you wanted. When are you going

saw they were still out at sea. She'd been gone so

her uncle

and little Mateo-she worried about what this might be doing to

that thought, her gaze turned icy with anger and

wanting to gently touch her cheek, but Selena turned away, her

a

you're planning to take

Vel

did three years

mid-air, his fingers slightly

sarcasm hit him with a dull

up some of your favorite dishes. Let's eat. Aren't

last night, and sleeping through the morning well into the