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..."

and he tightened his grip on her arm. Before she knew it, Selena was pinned

figure looming over her, his gaze dangerously intense. "Selena, as the mother of my children,

as domineering and fiery as

and assume she wanted something

she spoke slowly,

anymore, I won't force it. Finding another good guy to share

she just went along

to question himself. Were his memories accurate? Had they really loved each other like

beautiful face, frowning as he asked,

afraid she'd lose control of

past year, she'd

nět

when he did Perhaps they'd remarry, perhaps they'd have a sweet romance, perhaps