Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire
Chapter 401

His grip tightened suddenly around her wrist, pulling her sharply towards him. His voice was nearly a growl, "Is this really how you want to talk to me? Trying to provoke me?" Selena knew exactly how to make him happy. Hadn't she played her role perfectly in the past? She was capable, she just didn't feel like it.

Her wrist ached under his hold, but Selena ignored it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the photograph on the floor now hidden by her dress, and her anxiety eased a bit. "Everett, isn't this what you wanted? Or are you saying that unless I refuse, you won't touch me, you won't force me to keep having kids, you won't ship me off to some deserted island?" As she sparred with this insufferable man, she discreetly used her foot to nudge the dress over the photo, kicking it under the bed.

Everett let out a laugh, but it was devoid of humor.

He was thinking about how to make peace with her, but she wasn't giving him any chance. Ever since things had erupted between them, she had been completely unrestrained and reckless. She really didn't have any feelings for him anymore.

This realization made Everett uncomfortable, a suffocating tightness in his chest, like suddenly being submerged in icy water.

His grip on her wrist grew even tighter; he was desperate to feel that she was still within his grasp, still in his view, still his.

"Well then, since Mrs. Bennett is in such a mood today, how could I, as your husband, not play along?"

With a firm grip, he clasped Selena's slender waist, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her onto the soft bed.

Kneeling on the bed with one knee, his long fingers gripped her chin, a storm brewing in his dark eyes.

He forced her to lift her head, to endure his intense presence.

His lips brushed against her ear as he listened to her restrained breathing, clearly displeased. He mocked, "Mrs. Bennett, if you want me to wrap this up quickly, show me what you've got." "Otherwise, I've got all the time in the world to play with you!"

...

Hours later, he got up from the bed, not sparing a glance at the woman lying exhausted on it, and headed into the bathroom, soon followed by the sound of water running.

Selena was drenched in sweat, her face flushed, her chest heaving rapidly, barely able to move a finger.

She fought to keep her eyes from closing, knowing she had important things to do.

After regaining some strength, she wrapped herself in a blanket, slid off the bed, and retrieved her dress and the photograph from underneath She gently caressed Mateo's chubby little cheeks in the picture before

Skillfully tucking it back into the gap between the nightstand and the wall.

Having completed her task, she was utterly drained. She quickly cleaned herself with a wet wipe before crawling back into bed, falling into a deep sleep. The next morning.

When Selena opened her eyes, the sun was already shining brightly outside.

She instinctively looked to the side; Everett was gone. Whether he had stayed the night or left, she didn't know.

Nor did she care.

After the previous night's deliberate torment, which left her sore and sticky, Selena treated herself to a hot bath to soothe her aches before slowly heading downstairs for breakfast.

With the house to herself and plenty of time, she took her time.

Unexpectedly, when she got downstairs, there was Everett in casual clothes, sitting on the living room sofa reading the newspaper. The dark grey sweater he wore gave him a surprisingly domestic look.

Selena wondered why he was still here, and then his dark eyes locked onto her as he spoke.

"Awake? Come here, we need to talk!"

Facing his cool, handsome face, Selena's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... he found out about something?