Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 633

Selena's fingers brushed against a solid paperweight on the table, and without a second thought, she chucked it at him. The thing was metal, all sharp edges and heft. It hit Everett square on the forehead, and blood started streaming down his face.

Everett grunted, letting go of Selena. His pale complexion made the vivid red of the blood running down his prominent nose even more striking, adding a strangely haunting allure to his features. His eyes were a mix of shock and sorrow.

Selena gathered her torn blouse around her, her face steely and unyielding. "Get out. I don't want to see you."

Despite her eerily calm exterior, Everett could hear the cracks in her voice and see her body trembling uncontrollably. He stood there, frozen, watching her for what felt like an eternity...

Finally, he turned and walked out. The door closed softly behind him. Selena lowered her gaze to the paperweight in her hand, now smeared with Everett's blood. Her grip was so tight it stained her fingertips. She closed her eyes, trying to calm the storm inside her.

Downstairs, Everett sat on the sofa, casually pulling a couple of tissues to dab at the blood on his face, acting as if he didn’t care. The wound stung like hell, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his heart or the pain from the disappointed look Selena had given him. He was terrified of that look, scared that there might be no coming back from this.

Just then, Ava came over with a first-aid kit. A flicker of hope crossed his eyes. "Did she send you?"

Ava snorted, "Don't kid yourself, sir. I'm just making sure you don't pull some pity stunt to guilt her into caring. That's not gonna fly!"

With a thud, she dropped the kit, muttering a deserved insult as she left.

Everett: "..........."

He had zero standing in the household now. After half-heartedly tending to his wound, he didn't bother going back upstairs. Instead, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.