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.

sigh, Ava got into the backseat with the kids,

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

gave the steering wheel a

a word, Selena buckled

wrapped around

stretching what was normally just over an hour into

the time they reached the villa, it was late, and both Mateo and Haley were sound asleep, nestled on either side of

in the rearview mirror, and a fleeting tenderness crossed

opened the rear door to lift

her shoulder gently, "Let me handle

off with a sudden, forceful motion that even made Everett step back a couple of

deep breath to steady herself, Selena said

up her son, while Ava carried Haley inside, not

the car, he fished out a pack of

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

time, letting the cold seep into

the door swung open