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.

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

door, Ava stifled a giggle, gently closing it

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

his head. "Can

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

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

...

forward a month, and Everett was

the scars remained. He

rest, with any potential surgery at least

heart his mechanical one needed maintenance, much

overuse.

with funding and talent, and advancements in

accompanied Everett to Dr. Campbell's

the medical staff as they ran various tests. The monitors nearby

not perfect, it