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."

to tweak his ear but ended up patting his head, "Hard to believe

herself, her affection for him nearly as deep

away from her "clutches"

what's really on your mind? Are you sure you don't like Dr. Campbell even

then shook her head. With Ricky,

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

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

had to face

just be the right guy for you. Why not give him a chance?" Selena poured herself another glass,

hesitation, Ricky's dark.

somerowed, "Sis, there's

you, but now think

The next morning.

dawn was breaking and didn't

she heard laughter

friend, playing with little Mateo, saying, "I'm your godmother, call me godmother." Mateo,

Joy pretended to cry.

cry, whether adults or kids,

Joy instantly brightened up.

he'd been tricked, Mateo turned away,

couldn't help

turned

knew she was in

Mateo the better, and she didn't want her troubles to

over and hugged