Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 587

Selena wasn't as icy as before, but she didn't exactly warm up either.

Once they stepped into the master bedroom, the door closed with a solid thud. Clothes lay scattered on the floor as Everett wrapped his arms around Selena's slender waist, lifting her up close to him, wanting to drink in every detail of her. In those moments, when she seemed to give in, he felt like he still had a hold on her.

But Selena wished it were different. She preferred if he kept things simple, just taking care of his physical needs without all the theatrics. Unfortunately, when it came to their intimate moments, Everett was always in the driver's seat. She couldn't fight it or run from it, her voice breaking under the weight of it all.

Biting into his shoulder, her voice a mix of tears and anger, she muttered, "Everett, you're such a jerk!"

Yet, his heart felt a twinge of something tender.

That night, the echoes of their intimacy lingered for hours on end...

In the morning, Selena predictably overslept. Everett took over, getting their son ready for the day, helping him wash up, get dressed, and eat breakfast. Little Mateo grumbled, but there was an unmistakable smile tugging at his lips.

you're gonna stay out, at least let us know. Mateo wouldn't go to bed last night because he missed

crimson as he shot

to call out the fib. But

spending the night was probably more about their son than about her. It was Mateo who needed

finally woke up, it was almost noon. Her phone rang, and after

up over afternoon tea, Selena figured it was about time they reconnected. Meeting near Mateo's school seemed perfect, as she

but tease, "Selena, seems like

ups and downs of

to raise their son, but after a heart-to-heart with Mateo, her outlook was quietly shifting. The impact of a family on a

childhood

mend. She worried their issues might spill over to Mateo. Even if she wasn't ready to forgive Everett completely, maybe... for their son's sake,

willing to compromise?" Joy asked with a hint of concern.

"Nothing. It's about time. Let me join you to pick up

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