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."

but ended up patting his head, "Hard to believe you've grown

many ways, Ricky was like a kid she'd raised herself, her

her "clutches" and turned

mind? Are you sure

wine glass, then shook her head. With Ricky, she could

hadn't considered romance for

needs made her rethink things. Alone, she couldn't give

to face this

might just be the right guy for you. Why not give him a

her hesitation, Ricky's

somerowed, "Sis, there's

told you, but now think it's time you

The next morning.

was breaking and didn't wake

downstairs, she heard laughter coming from the living

a long-missed friend, playing with little Mateo, saying, "I'm your godmother, call me godmother." Mateo, with a serious little face,

Joy pretended to cry.

whether adults or kids, reluctantly called her

Joy instantly brightened up.

he'd been tricked, Mateo

help

turned away, feeling hurt for being kept in

knew she was in

knew about Mateo the better, and she

walked over and hugged Joy