Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 117

Selena was all about tending to the wound, barely paying attention as she replied, "Which comment? The one where you called me a bastard?"

"Or was it the part about me being good for nothing?

"Or maybe the bit where you said I'm blind and can't tell right from wrong?"

Everett gritted his teeth, staying silent.

Once Selena wrapped up the wound care, she tidily put the ointment and swabs back in the first aid kit, closed it, and calmly wiped her hands with a disinfectant wipe. Finally, she added with a casual air, "If you're talking about that, well, I think Grandpa nailed it!"

Everett, possibly too riled up to speak, just kept quiet. But when she tried to get off the bed, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Caught off guard, she found herself spun around and gently laid back down. Selena looked up at him, wide-eyed, her hands reflexively pushing against his chest, trying to keep her cool as she spoke. "What are you up to?"

Everett's dark eyes held her reflection, and he spoke softly, "I was referring to Grandpa's suggestion that we should hurry up and have kids."

Ever since they tied the knot, he'd been dead-set against having kids. Just the mere mention would set him off, and he'd warn her not to even go there.

He just brought it up himself, so what on earth was happening? Was the world turning upside down?

Selena raised an eyebrow, questioning, "Weren't you the one who didn't want kids?"

She had always been keen on the idea. It wasn't just about creating a love child with the man she adored; it was about her own longing. She yearned for a child of her own blood, so she'd never feel alone.

The thought of having a kid with his lawful wife had him looking like he was heading to the gallows.

Everett's frown deepened. To him, this was a huge concession, yet she still had this sarcastic attitude.

A shadow crossed his eyes, realizing more talk would just rile him up. So, he decided to stop the verbal sparring and leaned in to kiss her.

This time, Selena was ready, turning her head so his kiss landed on her cheek. Instantly, she shoved him away.

"Don't touch me!"

Just like before, it wasn't some game of playing hard to get, nor was it a playful tease, but blatant resistance, mixed with anger.