Selena pouted. Just the other day, Grace was all about Dr. Campbell, lamenting his unavailability. Now, she was Everett's biggest fan. Talk about a quick turnaround!
Selena couldn't shake the feeling that Everett's grand display today was a calculated move to win people over. That way, when the divorce eventually happened, everyone would point fingers at her, not him.
Selena held Grace's hand and said, "Okay, I’ll remember that."
Despite her words, her heart wasn't in it. Making things to work require efforts from two. He was the one who never wanted her by his side. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold on to him.
"Alright, you can go now. Take care of your husband; he's had quite a bit to drink and must be feeling awful," Grace said, waving her off.
Selena wasn't thrilled, mumbling, "Derick's with him."
When Everett drank, he was a handful—or, more accurately, he only seemed to enjoy making her life difficult. One minute, he wanted this; the next, that. When a headache hit, his temper flared, and any slip-up from her was met with harsh words. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with his demands.
Unimpressed, Grace said, "He's your husband, not Derick's. Derick has had a long day, too; he needs his rest."
"Or are you suggesting I, or maybe Marian, should look after him?"
With the conversation heading that way, Selena reluctantly agreed, "Alright, alright, I'm going."
She stood up, tucked Grace in snugly, and left the room.
...
Selena initially didn't want to cater to him, but his actions today had genuinely made Grandma happy.
She turned on her heel, went to the kitchen, warmed up a glass of milk, then headed back.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, she handed him the milk. "Here, drink up, and then hit the sack."
Everett glanced at the glass but didn't take it. His eyes locked onto hers. His voice sounded lazy and husky with a hint of that irresistible charm.
"Feed me."
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