Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Do you even hear yourself right now?"

Selena realized she'd misspoken. But instead of backing down, she shrugged it off. "What I meant was, the AC is cranked up too high, and I'm roasting! Is that so wrong?" Her knack for bending the truth was becoming more impressive by the day.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Everett decided it wasn't worth the hassle to argue. After wrapping up a couple of work calls, he finally stood up and sauntered over, his long strides making it look effortless. The scene was set.

Selena flashed a welcoming smile and patted the couch beside her. "Please, have a seat."

Everett glanced her way but sat down anyway.

Selena eagerly handed him a fork, her voice sweet as honey. "I whipped up these dishes just for you, keeping your preferences in mind. I was up at the crack of dawn cooking. Please, enjoy." Everett took the fork, speared a piece of fish, and took a bite.

Selena watched him intently, her eyes wide with anticipation. "So, how is it?"

"It's decent."

Buoyed by his response, Selena nudged toward another dish. "This one's even better, give it a try."

Everett obliged.

"How about it? What do you think?"

"Not bad."

Selena was taken aback. After their shouting match over the phone a few days ago, she thought getting into Bennett Corporation today would be a miracle. Yet, here she was, and he was surprisingly easygoing.

She remembered all the times she

tried to figure out his preferences, honing her cooking skills until her hands were burnt and wrists ached, and she sliced her fingers here and there. No matter how much gthers praised her cooking, she never

managed to win him over,

But looking back, it made sense.

After all... she hadn't made this dish. Ava had prepared lunch, and as Selena was leaving, she had Ava pack it up, thinking it might come in handy as an excuse.

Ava used to work at the Bennett

family estate, and when Selena and

Everett got married and moved out Everett only allowed Ava to move with them, probably because Ava's cooking was just what his picky palate desired.

If only she'd known, she wouldn't have wasted all that effort trying to impress him.

Today, luck was on her side, riding on the coattails of Ava's talent. Seeing him in a good mood, she thought she'd seize the moment.

Selena tugged gently on Everett's sleeve, taking her chance. "You enjoy the meal I made, so you can't stay mad at me, right?"

She was referring to the last time she'd let loose on him over the phone.

Everett set down his fork and took a sip of water. His dark eyes fixed on Selena, his voice calm and unreadable. "The meal you made?"

"Of course," Selena nodded. "I mean, it was meant as a peace offering. It only makes sense I'd cook it myself."

Everett placed his cup back on the

table with a thud. He let out a soft,

mocking taugh. "Selena, do you think I'm that easy to fool? After eating Ava's cooking for so long, do you really believe I can't tell the difference?"

Selena was caught off guard. 'Really? Is his tongue that sharp?'

His gaze grew colder. "Passing off someone else's work as your own-this is your idea of sincerity?"

Selena swallowed, trying to defend herself. "But you like Ava's cooking, don't you? You never liked mine anyway, so what's the harm in who cooked it? You seemed pretty happy having it just now." If she'd brought her own cooking, she'd probably have been tossed out along with it by now.

Instead of calming things down, her words seemed to hit a nerve with Everett. Suddenly, he grabbed her chin, pulling her closer. His dark eyes locked onto hers. He asked, "Did I ever say I didn't like it?"