Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 73

Selena threw him a bewildered look. ‘Seriously, is he even human? I’m this sick, and he still...’

Annoyed, she turned her head away, managing to hold back her tears.

Everett took a deep breath, trying to calm his arousal. He set up the small tray on the bed and placed a bowl of plain oatmeal on it.

"Didn't you say you were hungry? I just went to get you something to eat."

Even though his words were meant to be kind, his actions and tone came off so irritated that it was hard to feel any gratitude.

Selena's gaze landed on the steaming bowl of oatmeal, the warmth enticing her empty stomach. She couldn't help but swallow.

She remembered Ava wasn't around, so she casually asked, "When did you order takeout?"

Had he timed it perfectly so the food would be ready when she woke up?

Reading her thoughts, Everett frowned and pushed the spoon into her hand with clear annoyance. "It's just oatmeal, not rocket science."

Was he implying that he made it himself?

Did he actually cook? That was shocking for someone of his status, who had never set foot in a kitchen.

Selena paused, hesitating with the spoonful of oatmeal at her lips. She asked sincerely, "It's not poisoned, is it?"

Everett huffed, somewhat incredulously, "Your life isn't valuable enough for me to go down with you."

Suppressing her urge to roll her eyes, Selena noticed Everett wasn’t in casual clothes, but rather a shirt and trousers, with three buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, showing off the muscular lines of his forearms—sexy and strong.

But his shirt was clearly wrinkled, with dried sweat stains on the chest, his eyes were red, and stubble was showing on his chin.

It seemed he was telling the truth; He had rushed back to take care of her, knowing she'd be hungry when she woke up and had even taken the time to make her a warm bowl of oatmeal.