Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 526

Selena's eyes flickered slightly. It was Callum...

Just then, her phone buzzed. She walked over to check it. He'd sent a message: "If you're still up, there's something I want to talk about."

She tiptoed to her son's bedside, kissed his cheek softly, tucked him in, and wrapped her coat tighter around herself before stepping outside.

She opened the door to Brook's House, stepping aside to let him in. "How long have you been standing here? Why didn't you say something?" she whispered.

Had she not been restless and glanced out the window, he might've been left in the chilly wind all night.

Callum gave a gentle smile, "I was worried you were asleep. You've been so worn out lately, I didn't want to disturb you."

In the search for little Mateo, she'd hardly slept, and then Everett whisked her away for nearly a day and a night. Even though Callum had been anxious with so much to say, he couldn't bear to wake her.

Once inside, Selena flicked on the living room light, inviting him to make himself at home while she went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of warm water. "Here, drink this to warm up."

Callum smiled, accepting the glass and taking a sip, only to wince as the motion pulled at a cut on his lip.

Out in the dim light, Selena hadn't noticed his injuries. Now, under the bright lights, the familiar gentle face was marred with bruises. His forehead, cheeks, and the corner of his lips were battered, and his right eye was blackened.

This was the first time she'd seen Dr. Campbell, usually so polished and calm, looking so rough. It looked painful at first glance, and her brows furrowed without her realizing it.

and said with a light-hearted smile, "Don't worry, it just

is nothing," he added, revealing a side of himself he'd never shown her

retrieving a first aid kit from the TV cabinet. She sat next to him,

fingers holding a cotton swab, she leaned

the space between them shrank, and he caught

showing no signs of having borne a child. Time seemed to have favored her, replacing the innocence of her youth with a mature

purplish-red mark partially hidden under her hair on the back

knew what

his arm muscles

focused on the task, didn't notice his mood and thought she'd hurt him. "Sorry, I'll be

hand, the warmth and dryness of his touch startling her. She instinctively tried to

up in shock, meeting

gentle as a mountain stream, softly brushing over her

for a moment, unsure whether she was shocked by his sudden confession

measured and aware of boundaries, was now pushing forward, unwilling

her eyes again. "You know

lowered her gaze

with a touch of resignation, even

years of being together had made it clear She

he'd always kept it friendly, never breaking

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