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.

concern, set the glass down, and said with a light-hearted smile, "Don't worry, it just looks bad. They're only

I'm that fragile. This is nothing," he added, revealing a side

get you some ointment," Selena offered, retrieving a first aid kit from the TV

holding a cotton swab, she leaned in to apply the

his head. For a moment, the space between them shrank, and he caught the faint fragrance from her hair, stirring something deep in

her face so close, her skin pale and delicate, showing no signs of having borne a child. Time seemed to have favored her, replacing

glimpse of a purplish-red mark partially hidden

what

his arm muscles

thought she'd hurt him. "Sorry, I'll be gentler,"

spoken than he grabbed her hand, the warmth and dryness of his touch startling her. She

looked up in shock, meeting his intense

he said, his voice as gentle as

moment, unsure whether she was

aware of boundaries, was now pushing

and looked into her eyes again. "You know I like you,

her gaze

of resignation, even if

once mistaken his affections for Margot, years of

kept it friendly, never breaking the

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