Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 160

“So, Mr. Bennett, maybe it's time to see things from your wife's perspective. You know what they say—marriages thrive when a husband cares for his wife like tending to a delicate flower, with patience and attention. That’s the key to a happy, lifelong journey together.”

Everett stayed silent, leaving it unclear if the advice sank in or not. After a moment, he opened the car door and stepped out.

…

When Everett walked into the bedroom, he found Selena sitting cross-legged on the bed. She was holding a mirror in one hand and awkwardly dabbing her face with an antiseptic swab in the other.

Claire’s slap hadn’t been gentle; Selena’s cheek was swollen.

Everett’s eyes darkened. He pressed his lips together, took long strides over to her, climbed onto the bed, and gently took the swab from her hand. “Let me handle that.”

“No thanks. It’s my face that’s hurt, not my hands!”

Selena didn’t want his help and turned to leave the room, not in the mood of sharing the space with him.

Everett caught her shoulder with his large hand and gently pressed her back onto the bed.

Selena gritted her teeth. “...What are you doing now?”

“Just applying the medicine.”

Everett shook the swab seriously and leaned in. His handsome face was so close as he sincerely applied the antiseptic.

Selena let him continue, ‘Just hurry up and finish so you can leave,’ she thought to herself.

But even after Everett finished, he didn’t let go. Instead, he kept her pinned down, staring at her intensely, the light in his eyes unreadable.

Was this the difference between a horny guy and a sensible one?

Selena’s cheeks turned crimson, infuriated by his audacity. She nearly ground her teeth. “You can go nurture someone else. I don’t need it!”

But he seemed deaf to her words and replied, “Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“No, I DON’T!!!”

A mischievous smile played on Everett’s lips, his hand boldly moving on Selena. His long fingers were strong and nimble.

Selena was both angry and flustered, but she was no match for his strength. She was like a fish caught on a line, unable to wriggle free.

After a moment, he kissed her now bright red ear, his voice even raspier. “You’re already feeling it... but still saying you don’t want it?”