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.

alone walk. Her legs felt like jelly, and she noticed bruises on her knees from when that jerk had his way with her on the couch last night. She glared at him, wishing she could kick him overboard

the sea was calm, with the sun shining warmly. The sunlight danced across the water,

with tables and chairs, covered with various seafood dishes that looked

was placed onto a chair with

across from her. He didn't eat, focusing instead on. peeling shrimp, cracking

with meat

here he was, handling it

was, trying to win her over with these gestures, which was really annoying. Selena didn't touch the plate of meat. To

rice, managing

this, Everett felt a pang of

QUMS

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

"Selena, are you okay?"

rushed over, grabbing Selena's shoulders