Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 273

Selena only casually asked her question and did not expect Everett to freeze in surprise. His deep and thoughtful eyes locked onto hers, as if pondering something profound. After a moment, he spoke.

“What if I said yes?”

Wait, what?

Now it was Selena’s turn to be caught off guard, her eyes wide in disbelief. Had she heard him right?

“You mean you’re jealous? Jealous of me... and Dr. Campbell?”

Wasn’t his issue with Callum supposed to be about Margot?

But he didn't respond with words. Instead, he cupped her chin and kissed her again. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, his tongue exploring her mouth, savoring every inch, almost as if he wanted to consume her whole.

When they finally pulled apart, Selena’s cheeks were flushed, her breath came in quick gasps, and her eyes were glazed over. Her hair was a wild mess, and her loose hospital gown was slipping off her shoulders. The whole scene felt incredibly intimate.

She shot Everett a resentful glare—she was still a patient, after all. What a dog of a man!

But to Everett, her glare was anything but intimidating. If anything, her shy, affectionate look, coupled with her tousled appearance, made him want to tease her even more. He planted gentle kisses on her reddened lips, his voice husky and low.

“Selena, I am jealous. From now on, keep your distance from Callum!”

His words slowly sank in, and Selena's heart skipped a beat. She looked up at him incredulously; he actually admitted it. He was jealous…

This was the first time Everett had opened up about his feelings in front of her. Did that mean she really mattered to him now, even if just a little?

Selena couldn't help but reach out, her fingers tracing the handsome lines of his face, suddenly filled with courage.

“Everett, I have something to tell you.”

The moment was perfect, and the atmosphere was just right for honesty.

“Alright, go ahead.”

He lay beside her, lazily playing with a strand of her hair, his tone relaxed.

Selena took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully as she readied herself to speak.

But then a phone rang, interrupting her.

Everett pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and without answering, ended the call, tossing it aside.

“Go on,” he encouraged.

Selena gathered her courage again. “Everett, actually, I…”