Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 969

They say you reap what you sow, and Everett was feeling it hard. Clutching his chest, he wore a dramatic pout. "Selena, this time it really hurts. I'm

heartbroken..."

Selena's lips curled into the tiniest hint of a smile, though she kept her expression purposely icy. "You better take care of yourself. If you don't bounce back soon, I might just meet some young, strong heartthrob, fall head over heels, and have a whirlwind wedding."

"After all, Mr. Everett... you're not getting any younger and might not be the prime husband material."

"You..."

Everett was frustrated, his lips moving but failing to form any sharp retort. What if he said something rash and scared her off again?

Plus, with Selena's quick wit, he'd never win a verbal sparring match.

With that in mind, there was only one thing left to do.

In a swift move, Everett grabbed her shoulders and eased her onto the soft mattress, being careful of her abdomen. He leaned down, silencing her with a kiss that was both tender and infuriating.

injury, didn't resist much. Under his persistence, she gradually relaxed,

stifled a giggle, gently closing it

fibbed effortlessly, "Mateo, Haley, your mom and dad are resting. Let's not bother them. We'll check in on Dad

his head. "Can I just sneak

will bring you back tomorrow, okay? Daddy might get upset if

but Ava simply grinned, taking Mateo's hand and scooping up Haley as they

...

month, and Everett was finally

had mostly healed, though the scars remained.

rest, with any potential surgery at least a year or so

mechanical one needed maintenance, much like any machine that could glitch

overuse.

Bennett Corporation had previously backed them with funding and talent, and advancements in

Everett to

medical staff as they ran various tests. The monitors nearby displayed data about

it