Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Seeing she still wasn't in the mood to talk, he gently laid his large hand on her shoulder, applying just enough pressure to turn her around and get a better look at her. Selena turned, but before Everett could catch sight of her face, she suddenly clung to him, pressing her face firmly against his chest, hiding it completely from view. In a hushed, raspy voice, she said, "I'm fine. Go on to work. I just need some time alone to rest."

She couldn't let Everett see the turmoil on her face; the anger in her eyes was too hard to hide. If he saw it, it would surely spark another heated argument.

She hadn't confronted Everett with Margot's incriminating photos and words because she already knew how it would end.

The result was always the same.

He'd continue to excuse Margot's behavior, never holding her accountable. Worse, he might even get angry and try to confine her again.

That would only make things harder for her.

Everett looked down at the woman in his arms, a bit surprised she'd initiated a hug, even if her voice was still icy.

But even the smallest sign of vulnerability from her was something he cherished. They had time on their side. She wasn't going anywhere, and eventually, she'd come around. He understood the art of not pushing too hard; a gentle approach often worked wonders. "Alright."

He tenderly ran his fingers through her silky black hair and kissed the top of her head. "I'll head to the office now. I'll be back tonight for dinner."

Selena stayed silent.

Everett didn't mind. He held her a little longer before getting up, changing clothes, and heading out.

Down in the courtyard, his car was already waiting.

In his black suit, Everett looked even more striking, the tension from the past few days of cold war lifted, leaving him looking more vibrant and captivating. His charisma was undeniable, almost magnetic.

Even Alex, who wasn't typically swayed by men's looks, found herself momentarily flustered.

As Everett approached, she quickly composed herself and opened the back door for him.

But instead of getting in, he paused, a strange feeling tugging at him, leading his gaze back to the master bedroom window on the second floor.

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"Yeah, I know."

He replied casually, pushing that odd feeling aside with a chuckle.

When did he start acting so attached, as if he couldn't see her tonight?

He'd just have to wait until he got home to spend some quality time with his Mrs. Bennett.

Everett bent down to get into the car. "Let's go."

The car started and slowly pulled away.

Selena listened to the commotion downstairs, then got up and stood by the window, watching the car vanish down the street.

After a moment of stillness, she picked up her phone and dialed another number.

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After such a long stretch of tension, tonight was the night to reconnect with his wife.

Thinking about having dinner with Selena brought a slight smile to his lips.

He stood up, grabbed his suit jacket, and left the office with a newfound lightness.

But as soon as he got into the car, his phone rang.

Everett slipped on his Bluetooth headset and answered. Whatever was said on the other end made his expression turn serious.