Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire
Chapter 370

Everett had definitely had too much to drink. His gaze was unfocused as he instinctively found his way back to his room. The familiar, subtle scent of her filled the air, stirring warmth within him, amplified by the alcohol. He longed for her, yearning to share some tender moments.

There's a saying that couples fight at one end of the bed and make up at the other. He always saw their issues as minor misunderstandings, firmly believing that Selena would eventually come around and they'd move past it all.

So her fierce reaction caught him off guard, beyond anything he had anticipated.

He understood her pain and grief from losing a child. Her reluctance and the change in their intimacy made sense, but he always managed to bring a smile to her face in the end, and that was enough for him.

He believed that with time, or perhaps with another child, things would improve.

This certainty was as strong as his business acumen, which had never let him down. A well-known financial magazine in New York had once praised him for his extraordinary vision, able to pinpoint long-term opportunities with accuracy-a testament to his skill.

Yet here he was, sitting on the floor, slowly looking up at the figure on the bed, curled up tightly like a little hedgehog, all defensive. For a moment, he felt lost.

Selena had lashed out at him before, calling him dirty and showing her disdain. But back then, wrapped in his affection for her, he had patiently explained himself. She had heard him; she knew.

Yet every time, she used it as a reason to push him away, refusing to let him close. Now, it had become her weapon against him.

It was as though under this pretext, she could rightfully keep him at a distance!

Indeed, she had always talked of divorce, maybe even remarrying. He knew there was someone else in her heart.

The more Everett thought about it,

the angrier he got. No man wanted to think of his wife being emotionally attached to another man, especially someone as possessive as him. It was a direct challenge to his authority.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, an intense coldness enveloping his body, his dark eyes stormy. He stood up, striding towards Selena, his presence as ominous asa

demon from hell.

Sensing his mood, Selena instinctively wanted to flee, but it was too late. Her wrist was caught, pulling her towards him. Everett's fingers tangled in Selena's thick hair, his cold fingertips pressing against her scalp, sending shivers down her spine.

With a slight tug, he forced her to look up at him.

Pain tightened her breath, her dark eyes flickering.

A sneer curled on his lips, his voice low and gravelly, enticing yet chillingly cruel.

He murmured, "So what if I'm dirty? Even if I am, when I want you, you'll still have to lie down, open your legs, and sleep with me."

Bending down, his lips brushed

against Selena's ear, feeling her

body tremble with anger. The frustration and displeasure he had

felt seemed to replace an outlet

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