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

raised herself, her affection for

from her "clutches" and

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

fingers over the wine glass, then shook her head. With Ricky, she

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

couldn't give him a full home

had to face

the case, then Dr. Campbell 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.

asleep as dawn was breaking and

heard laughter coming from the living

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

Joy pretended to cry.

couldn't stand seeing women cry, whether adults or

Joy instantly brightened up.

been tricked, Mateo turned away,

couldn't help

then turned away, feeling hurt for being

was in the

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

over and hugged Joy