Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 873

Everett's heart, once as cold and mechanical as a machine, had somehow sprung to life with flesh and blood, and he was beginning to grasp the true meaning of love and cherishing someone. He just couldn't let her go.

He got up and walked over to Selena, gently but firmly taking her wrist and pulling her into his arms.

Selena frowned, trying to pull away. "Everett..."

But he just tightened his grip, resting his chin in the nook of her shoulder, his voice low and rough. "Don't move. Just let me hold you for a moment."

His embrace tightened, as if he wanted to make her a part of himself.

Selena found herself unable to escape, so she relented, though her tone remained icy. "Even if you do this, it won't change anything."

Everett acted as if he hadn't heard her, continuing on his own path. "Selena, if you don't want to reconcile now, that's fine. But I'm going to woo you properly until you're ready to take me back."

Not that he'd ever had to woo anyone before.

But really, what was there that Everett couldn't achieve? Chasing after a woman surely couldn't be tougher than sealing a billion-dollar deal.

"You..."

this stubborn man, always did exactly what he wanted, never taking action

to change tracks. "How

"They're doing great."

lingered around her waist as he looked down at

his expression was earnest, Selena wasn't fooled for

was already evening. If she went now, it would soon be dark, and

knew all his

decisively, meeting his gaze. "It's too late today. Bring them tomorrow, or I'll have Holt

wasn't giving him an

help

cleverness was a blessing, but in moments like

heart wasn't a race-it was a marathon. A bit of tension here, a bit of ease there, and you might just Dea get

leave, and he followed her with easy

moonlight softly highlighting Selena's serene and beautiful

had grown into a woman of grace and wisdom,

in his throat. His

too long since they'd been close, and he missed her deeply. That fleeting embrace