Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 527

"I hope you'll give me a shot at taking care of you and little Mateo, to protect you both for life."

His sincerity was genuine, without any pushiness, just an honest expression of his feelings. Selena found herself speechless, her planned words stuck in her throat. Callum knew when to hold back.

"Selena, you don't have to answer me now. Take your time to think it over; I'll be waiting."

With that, he stood up to leave, giving her the space she needed.

Selena walked him to the door, reminding him to drive safely, and watched his car vanish before heading back inside.

Unexpectedly, she saw Ricky standing at the top of the stairs, watching her.

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and awkwardness, like a teenager caught by a parent.

Ricky came down, arms crossed, and asked, "Want a drink?"

Selena, already struggling to sleep, found it even more unlikely now. She nodded eagerly.

Ricky grabbed a bottle of his prized red wine from the cabinet, uncorked it, and poured two glasses.

They nestled into the couch like old times, clinking glasses. Ricky sipped his wine, but Selena downed hers in one go.

She coughed a little, struggling.

Ricky handed her a tissue, joking, "No one's gonna steal it from you, what's the rush?"

Selena wiped her lips, playfully tossed the crumpled tissue at him, "You little rascal, daring to boss your sister around now."

her hand as if to tweak his ear but ended up patting his head, "Hard to believe you've grown up,

was like a kid she'd raised herself, her affection for him nearly as deep as for

ducked away from her "clutches"

really on your mind? Are you sure you don't like

glass, then shook

Callum; she hadn't considered romance for years, maybe due to an old heartbreak, instinctively

rethink things. Alone, she couldn't give him a full home and love;

she had to face

the case, then Dr. Campbell might just be the right guy for you. Why not give him a chance?" Selena poured herself another glass, drinking quietly, still

her hesitation,

somerowed, "Sis, there's

you, but now think it's

The next morning.

only fell asleep as dawn was breaking and didn't wake

laughter

little Mateo, saying, "I'm your godmother, call me godmother." Mateo, with a serious little face,

Joy pretended to cry.

women cry, whether adults or kids, reluctantly

Joy instantly brightened up.

he'd been tricked,

couldn't help but

Joy's eyes filled with tears, then turned away, feeling hurt for being kept

knew she was in

had her reasons; the fewer people who knew about Mateo the better, and

walked over and hugged Joy