Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 779

It felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart.

When Holt saw them, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled, "Mr. Everett, how is she... how's she doing?"

Everett didn't have a second to spare for explanations. He pushed open the door to a room and, while striding inside, instructed Alex to call Callum and get him to bring the meds pronto.

Alex nodded and immediately started dialing.

With a loud bang, Everett shut the door behind him and headed straight for the bed. He intended to lay Selena down, but she looped her arms around his neck, instinctively nuzzling closer, her red lips brushing against his, trailing kisses along his cheeks and neck.

The woman of his dreams was right there, all passion and allure.

His breath caught, and he felt a surge of heat course through his body.

Everett leaned in, pressing her gently beneath him, yet he clung to a thread of restraint and reason.

He held onto his pride, unwilling to take advantage of the situation.

His fingers gently gripped Selena's chin, his intense gaze locking with hers. "Selena, take a good look at who I am!"

But Selena's reason had completely crumbled; she was all instinct now.

his face, tilting her

with as much control as he could muster, "Selena, do you want me to help you out, or should we wait for the doctor? Just say the word, and I

kisses trailing across his lips and chin. Somehow, she found the strength to flip over and straddle

forward, her long hair cascading down, each strand

his eyes, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper, "Selena, you've

keep this up, I won't

Selena didn't hear him; she was

involuntary groan escaped his throat. He

a swift motion, he got up, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to

turned on the

clung to

Everett swallowed hard.

just hang in there.

himself to look at her any longer. He left the bathroom and closed

deep

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a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. After

the nicotine fill his lungs, trying to quell the urge

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