Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 709

That must be the scar from the surgery. Even though it had faded, his skin was so pale that if you looked closely, you could still see it. Just like the scar on his back from taking that knife for her—a mark that would never disappear.

Everett caught her staring at him, eyes fixed and unblinking. He smirked a little and strolled over, his long fingers playfully lifting her chin. "Have you had your fill? Or are you thinking of giving it a try?"

His eyes danced with mischief.

Selena's eyelashes fluttered as she snapped out of her daze. She took a step back and held out the clothes she had in her hand. "There aren't any of your clothes here, so wear this for now."

Everett glanced at the clothes, clearly meant for a man. His expression turned icy, and in a heartbeat, he seized Selena's wrist. In a deep, commanding voice, he asked, "Whose clothes are these?"

His grip was firm, almost crushing her bones.

Selena frowned, trying to pull away, but he wouldn't let go. Ah, that's a man for you. Even if he forgets how he felt about you, the possessiveness runs deep.

Selena looked at him calmly and suddenly replied, "A stranger's."

"You..."

was taken aback by her bluntness. His dark eyes narrowed, and he tightened his grip on her arm.

"Selena, as the mother of my children, you

His embrace was still as domineering and fiery as she remembered. Selena missed it, even wanted to throw caution to the wind

she knew, any affection from her would only make him push her away and assume she wanted something from him. She closed her eyes,

spoke slowly,

won't force it. Finding another good guy to share my life

didn't argue, she just went along with what

himself. Were his memories accurate? Had they really

her beautiful face, frowning as he asked, "Selena, did we really

afraid she'd lose control of her emotions. She looked away,

the past year,

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a sweet