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."

if to tweak his ear but ended up patting his head, "Hard to believe you've grown up, sharing a drink

kid she'd raised herself, her affection for him

from her

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

ran her fingers over the wine glass, then shook her head.

disliking Callum; she hadn't considered romance for

she couldn't give him a full

had to

right guy for

her hesitation, Ricky's dark.

somerowed, "Sis, there's

you, but

The next morning.

dawn was breaking and didn't wake

downstairs, she heard laughter coming from

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

Joy pretended to cry.

cry, whether adults or kids,

Joy instantly brightened up.

he'd been tricked, Mateo turned away,

help

turned away, feeling hurt for being

she was in the

people who knew about Mateo the better, and she didn't want

walked over and hugged