Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 153

Ten minutes later, Derick showed up with a couple of outfits and a box of contraceptives. He didn’t step inside, just hung back at the door with a respectful nod.

When Everett took the items, Derick noted his boss lounging in a loose bathrobe. His belt was casually tied, and he gave off a vibe of sheer laziness. Fresh scratch marks on his neck hinted at some recent, intense action.

Everett was usually the picture of dignity and control, a guy with ironclad restraint. Having worked with him for years, Derick had never seen him this laid-back and disheveled during business hours.

Today was definitely a revelation.

Sticking to the gentleman’s rule of “see no evil,” Derick squashed his curiosity, lowered his gaze, and kept his thoughts to himself. “Mr. Bennett, I’ve pushed your afternoon meeting to a later time,” he said.

“Alright,” Everett replied nonchalantly, confident in Derick’s ability to handle things.

Just as Derick was about to slip away discreetly, Everett’s voice stopped him with a few cold, precise instructions.

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Selena opened the box of birth control, took out a strip, and popped two pills, ready to gulp them down.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed firmly.

Everett stood by the bed, looking down at her with dark, intense eyes. He hesitated before asking, “Do you really want to take those?”

Too weary to engage, Selena shrugged off his hand, popped the pills into her mouth, and chased them down with a swig of bottled water. Then, she lay back down, closing her eyes.

He wanted Selena to continue being the sweet, compliant Mrs. Bennett. She’d eventually slip back into her role.

After finishing his cigarette, he lingered to let the smoke dissipate, then strolled over to the bed.

He lay beside Selena, wrapping his arms around her, his cheek brushing her neck, his voice husky, “Taking those pills isn’t good for you. Next time, I’ll use protection.”

Selena, almost drifting off, couldn’t help but open her eyes at his words. She glanced at the contraceptives on the nightstand, her heart a whirlwind of emotions.

So, he knew all along that constantly taking those pills was harmful, yet he made her do it anyway. Now that divorce wasn’t on the table, he suddenly cared.

She pieced it together—Everett’s renewed interest in her wasn’t just about Josh or the Bennett Corporation’s reputation.