Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 790

Selena knew men were all about their ego, especially someone like Everett. If she really made fun of him, she'd be the one paying for it later. So, she thought for a moment and then reassured him, "Mr. Everett, you're actually quite impressive. Considering the major surgery, it hasn't affected your... usual abilities at all. Sure, the timing was... a bit short, but that's alright, I don't mind."

She said it with genuine warmth. But Everett's face just got darker; he would've preferred no comfort at all! He grabbed her arm, gritting his teeth, “Selena, it’s just… it’s been a while. This is definitely not my usual performance!”

Selena just played along, “Yeah, I know, I believe you.”

Everett just stood there speechless.

If it weren’t for the kids calling outside, he would've liked another go to prove himself. But for now, he could only fix his expression, adjust his clothes, and head out.

Selena lay on the sofa, laughing for a while before getting up. Her nightgown was tossed on the floor by that stubborn man, so she slipped into some comfy loungewear and went to freshen up.

By the time she got downstairs, Everett had already had a quick breakfast with the kids. “I’ll take Mateo to school today, you take it easy,” he told her.

Selena nodded, watching father and son head out. Mateo had a secretive little smile on his face. The kid had always looked up to his dad; if it weren’t for everything that happened, he would’ve loved to live with him.

Selena sat down at the dining table as Ava served her breakfast. After eating quietly, she asked Ava to pick up some morning-after pills. Everett had been reckless this morning, without any precautions.

Hearing this, Ava couldn't help but curse, tears welling up in her eyes. “Ma’am, you deserve better.”

If Mr. and Mrs. were getting back together the right way, she’d be all for it, but this? This wasn’t right. Mr. was still just drawn to Mrs.'s looks, without offering anything more. Wasn’t that just wasting her time?