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.

much. Under his persistence, she gradually relaxed,

giggle, gently closing

mom and dad are resting. Let's not bother them.

head. "Can

tomorrow, okay? Daddy might

grinned, taking Mateo's hand and scooping up Haley as they walked

...

forward a month, and Everett was finally discharged

mostly healed, though the scars remained. He still needed

at least a year

however, required regular check-ups. Unlike a normal heart his mechanical one needed

overuse.

them with funding

accompanied Everett to

the medical staff as they ran various

perfect, it was functioning