Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 523

Selena was clearly peeved. "We don't owe you any explanation about our relationship." Even though their divorce wasn't final yet, that was only because he kept dragging his feet. To her, their marriage had ended ages ago. Whether she was seeing someone else or not, her conscience was clear, and he had no right to butt in.

Everett's lips were pressed into a thin, cold line, a vein pulsing faintly at his temple. This woman could now stand up to him over anyone, acting like he didn't even matter. He was fuming, but right now, he didn't want things to get any more tense between them. "Get up, we're having lunch. We'll talk about heading back after we eat."

Selena was taken aback. She eyed him skeptically. "Really?"

Everett kept his cool, not saying a word, looking like he couldn't care less if she believed him or not. Then he leaned down, trying to scoop her up.

"What are you doing?" Selena instinctively pushed him away.

"What? You think you can walk to the dining room by yourself?"

As he spoke, Everett assertively picked her up in his arms.

She couldn't even stand straight, let alone walk. Her legs felt like jelly, and she noticed bruises on her knees from when that

fierce last night, but today the sea was calm, with the sun shining warmly. The sunlight danced across the water,

was set with tables and chairs, covered with various seafood

a chair with a soft cushion,

focusing instead on. peeling shrimp, cracking crab

meat

never do yet here he was, handling it like he'd practiced on someone else. In truth, she didn't care who

win her over with these gestures, which was really annoying. Selena didn't touch

eating rice,

Everett felt a

QUMS

afternoon, the yacht was slowly docking. A group of people was already waiting at the port. Everett wanted to carry Selena off

"Selena, are you okay?"

over, grabbing Selena's shoulders