Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 681

A sleek black Bentley rolled up right in front of them, its presence undeniable. The driver's side window slid down smoothly, revealing Everett's striking profile.

Mateo almost blurted out "Dad," but stopped himself just in time, clamping his mouth shut without a peep.

Everett turned his gaze toward Selena, his voice gentle as he said, "Hop in, I'll drive you all home."

Ava was taken aback by his gall. If she hadn't been holding Haley, she might've stormed over and given him a piece of her mind.

With a sharp edge, she retorted, "No thanks, we've got our own ride!"

"Why don't you give a lift to your new squeeze? Who knows what kind of bad vibes are lingering in that car after those women have been in it!"

Everett stayed calm, his eyes fixed on Selena. "The road's a mess, your driver could be ages. It's gonna get windy, and the little ones shouldn't be out in that."

He paused, then added softly, "Neither should you."

Even though she'd passed the postpartum phase, Selena's health was still fragile and needed care.

Selena shot him a frosty look with her dark eyes, a hint of mockery in her gaze. But in the end, she didn't say no.

into the backseat with the kids,

sidelong glance, instinctively leaning over to buckle her seatbelt, but hesitated

the steering wheel a light tap and reminded

word,

silence wrapped around

normally just over an hour

Mateo and Haley were sound asleep, nestled on either side of Ava,

in the rearview mirror, and a fleeting tenderness crossed his

the rear door to lift Mateo.

her shoulder gently, "Let

sudden, forceful motion that even

deep breath to steady herself, Selena said coolly, "Don't

Ava carried Haley inside, not looking back once. The winter night

the car, he

tries, he managed to light one, smoking like it was the only

time, letting

door swung