Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 363

The man reached out to pull her close, but she, fueled by anger, grabbed his hand and bit down hard, leaving a crescent-shaped mark on his palm. Everett almost burst out laughing.

It seemed like he always had the upper hand, but in truth, she was just as fierce in her retaliation. His body was a canvas of scratches and bites, each one a testament to her fiery spirit. Those tiny, rebellious teeth of hers—sooner or later, he'd tame them.

Images flitted through Everett's mind, making his eyes darken with intensity. Just then, a knock on the door broke his reverie. Ava's voice came from outside, "Sir, the rice pudding is ready."

His wandering thoughts dissipated, and he took a moment to compose himself before stepping out of bed. He walked to the door, took the tray from Ava, and returned.

In just that short moment, Selena had already drifted off again, her head lolling to one side. But Everett wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. He set the tray on the bedside table, then settled himself at the head of the bed, gently pulling Selena up to lean against him. Taking up the bowl, he began feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

At first, Selena scrunched her eyebrows, stubbornly refusing to open her mouth. But after he murmured something into her ear, she cracked open her eyes, glared at him, and reluctantly took a bite.

Eventually, she gave in, albeit grudgingly. But after just half a bowl, she pushed it away, unable to take more.

Everett, seeing her struggle, didn't press her further. He finished the remaining half himself, then rinsed their mouths before pulling her close, both of them sinking into a deep sleep.

It was late morning when Selena's eyes finally fluttered open. As awareness crept in, a wave of soreness washed over her, making her wince.

She couldn't help but mentally curse Everett, that infuriating man! It's not like he didn't have other women to bother, yet he kept zeroing in on her!

Selena soaked in a hot bath, easing some of the tension from her body. Afterward, she slipped into a high-necked dress as usual, covering up before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Selena's gaze fell on the bowl of soup, and a warmth spread through her chest. She'd been betting on Derick's empathy, hoping he'd lend her a hand. Even if he didn't, at least he wouldn't betray her.

She'd judged him right!

A faint smile tugged at Selena's lips as she took the bowl and brought it to her lips, ready to drink it all down.

But a cold voice cut through the moment, "What are you drinking?"

Startled, Selena's hand jerked, almost spilling the soup. She looked up to see Everett, his face unreadable, striding towards her with purpose.