Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 536

Selena knew there was no way she could just up and take her child from here. Even though she hadn't spotted anyone standing guard on her way in, she was well aware that just because she didn't see them, didn't mean they weren't there. Bill and his crew were definitely lurking in the shadows, keeping a close eye. Little Mateo looked up at his mom with teary eyes, terrified she'd leave him alone again. He didn't like that woman, and he definitely didn't want to be someone else's son.

Selena closed her eyes for a moment before gently placing Mateo back on the bed. She stroked his little head softly, comforting him, "Be a good boy, Mateo. Mommy and... Daddy need to have a chat. Can you wait for Mommy, okay?"

Mateo hesitated, but he was a sensible kid. Even though he didn't want to, he nodded slightly, tears still in his eyes.

Only then did Selena turn to Everett, "Let's find somewhere else to talk."

Adult stuff shouldn't weigh on a child. Mateo was sharp for his age, and some things just weren't meant for his ears.

Everett agreed without a fuss. He clasped Selena's wrist, and before she could even react, he had whisked her into the master bedroom next door.

With the door shut, the tall, strong man pinned the delicate woman against the cabinet. Everett's long fingers gripped Selena's chin, his dark eyes narrowing as he examined her, a flicker of displeasure in his gaze.

going on dates with other guys, you dress to the nines. Quite the double standard you've got

her eyes. High standards from the ex,

warmth and breath seemed to slowly engulf her, leaving her uneasy. Selena steadied herself and tried to push him away, "Everett, weren't we supposed to talk? Let me go, and we can have a proper conversation." It was as if he couldn't hear her, his dark eyes locked on her bare face. Not a trace of makeup, and while her natural beauty was undeniable, he was

caught off guard, and he took the opportunity to pry her mouth open, diving

"Mmm..."

the cabinet, Selena couldn't retreat. His strong arm circled her waist like an iron band, while his other hand threaded

swnov

to

started as a kiss with a hint

rising desire. His yearning for her was never something he hid always straightforward and

slender neck, and his hand slipped beneath her

things were spiraling out of control, a sharp slap

had slapped

face turned to the side, marked by three scratches from