Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Lately, Everett had been feeling stressed, seeking warmth and comfort from Selena and not wanting to deal with her icy demeanor.

With this in mind, he skillfully navigated the situation. His slender fingers gently lifted Selena's chin, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Mrs. Bennett, are you keeping tabs on me?"

They were three years into their marriage, so Selena knew him well enough.

She could tell he was dodging her questions and didn't want to explain-or maybe he thought it wasn't worth it.

Fine then.

Selena wrapped her arms around his neck, taking the lead to smooth things over. "I know you've been busy with work. I'm not the type of wife who needs her husband around all the time. I get it. Leave the wedding planning to me; I'll manage." With that kind of understanding, how could anyone not adore her?

Everett pulled her closer, rewarding her with a soft kiss. "You're such a good girl."

"Anything you need to discuss with Derick, just let me know. I'll make sure you're happy."

See?

Men, after a little wandering, often came back home with a temporary sense of guilt and treated their wives a bit better.

"Mhm."

Selena nestled into his arms, catching a whiff of the hospital antiseptic still clinging to him. Her lips curled up in a smile, but her eyes remained cold.

Only two months were left until their six-month agreement was up.

She'd drag out the wedding planning for two more months, then it would be time to say goodbye!

He had already crushed her dreams of a wedding; she wouldn't dream of having one with him now!

That night, while Everett was still holed up in his study, Selena took a quick shower and headed to bed, hoping to dodge his advances.

But just as she settled under the covers, he returned.

After a shower in the guest bathroom, he strolled into the room, towel-drying his hair with those long strides.

His dark eyes flicked to her under

the

. "Mrs. Bennett, calling

and he raised an

it a

night already?"

It wasn't even midnight, very unlike her usual night owl routine.

Selena pretended not to hear, closing her eyes like she was fast asleep.

Everett tossed the towel onto the sofa and made his way to the bed, slipping under the covers.

She lay with her back to him, her slender shoulders and elegant shoulder blades catching the dim light. Her petite waist led to fuller hips and those long, gracefublegs.

en

Selena was definitely blessed in the legs department.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Just looking at her, made Everett feel the heat rise again.

He had been planning to let her sleep, but her silent allure was pulling him closer...

Everett snuggled up, his warm body pressing against her back, his heat radiating through her.

Slowly...

Selena bit her lip, trying to stay composed, but as he grew bolder, her body started to tremble slightly. Sensing this, he chuckled softly, "Awake, are we?"

Even though Selena wished she

could deck him, she played the part of the gentle and vulnerable wife,

softly protesting.

"Please, I'm so tired..."

She turned to face him, her eyes sleepy and tousled, pleading gently, "Mr. Everett, can I just get some sleep?"

But her look didn't deter Everett; her soft, tender demeanor only stirred him more.

Still, he managed to keep a straight face. "We'll just cuddle..."