Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 711

"You talk a big game, but actions speak louder than words."

The man's voice was smooth, with a hint of charm. "Give it a shot, that's the only way to see if there’s still something left between us. It's the simplest, most direct approach."

With that, he scooped her up effortlessly and laid her back onto the soft bed. Everett leaned down, kissing her while his hand slid her nightgown off, leaving his mark on her fair, delicate skin.

Selena wanted to respond to him.

But deep down, she knew Everett likely saw her as nothing more than a plaything, just like before. That thought made her feel resistant, unable to show a genuine reaction.

Even though she lay there quietly, letting him do as he wished, Everett could sense her silent rejection. Such one-sided pursuit was dull; suddenly, it all felt pointless.

Everett rolled away, leaning back against the headboard. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a drag. Looking at the disheveled woman, who seemed to invite more, his tone turned cold.

"Selena, if you’re not into it, just say so."

After a long pause, Selena finally sat up, her back to him, trembling as she tidied her clothes, her dress slightly torn from his handling. His gaze lingered on her slender, delicate back.

Her dark hair tumbled down to her waist, her skin pale and soft, and her waist impossibly narrow—a real siren. Despite her ruining the mood, his desire lingered, refusing to fade.