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."

his ear but ended up patting his head, "Hard

a kid she'd raised herself, her affection for him

her "clutches" and turned

you sure

wine glass, then shook her head. With Ricky,

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

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

she had to face

then Dr. Campbell might just be the right guy for you. Why not give him

her hesitation,

somerowed, "Sis, there's

told you, but now think it's

The next morning.

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

laughter coming from

Joy, a long-missed friend, playing with little Mateo, saying, "I'm your godmother, call

Joy pretended to cry.

whether adults or

Joy instantly brightened up.

tricked, Mateo turned

help but

filled with tears, then turned away, feeling hurt for being kept in the

she was

about Mateo the better, and she didn't

walked over and hugged