Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Flynn could tell things were getting a bit too intense. It was time to pull back before it went overboard. He quickly turned to Everett and mouthed, "That's enough, let's head out."

It was now up to Everett to take the next steps.

Taking a deep breath, Everett resisted the urge to glance back at Selena. With determination, he turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him, leaving everything behind.

Standing by the door, Everett clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall. Blood began to seep from his knuckles almost immediately.

...

Out on the second-floor balcony, Everett leaned against the railing, chain-smoking cigarette after cigarette. The night breeze wrapped around him, sending chills through his body, yet he seemed oblivious to it all.

Time dragged on, filled with anxiety and uncertainty. He had no idea how Selena was holding up, but beneath his calm exterior, he was anything but composed. A closer look would reveal his hands trembling.noveldrama

Having spent years in the high-stakes world of business, Everett was no stranger to pressure. Fear was a rare emotion for him, only stirred by the sudden deaths of his brother and grandfather, with the rest curiously tied to Selena.

It was odd.

Those memories had always been there, playing out like silent films-scenes he watched but never truly felt. It was like observing someone else's life and emotions.

But now, those images replayed vividly in his mind, frame by frame, scene by scene, suddenly bursting with life. He began to feel the emotions of his past self- all the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

From a man who neither understood nor valued love, he found himself slowly learning through his interactions with Selena. He'd share in her joy, feel her sadness, get agitated when she cried, and bask in the sunshine when she smiled.

It was a strange feeling.

Allowing someone else to have such control over his emotions was a big no-no for someone like him. He had always avoided it, unwilling to face the reality of his emotions being dictated by another.

Yet now, not only did he accept it, but he also found joy in it.

He started to understand why he would've once willingly faced death for the

woman he loved. Loving her had become second nature.

As the night grew deeper, footsteps finally approached from behind.

Everett didn't turn around. He opened his mouth, but words failed him, a sense of nervousness washing over him like the feeling of returning home after being away for too long.

Thankfully, Flynn broke the silence, "Mr. Everett, it was a success."

Everett spun around, his dark eyes locked onto Flynn.

Flynn smiled, "She's calmed down, and her consciousness is back, but she's still very weak. She's fallen asleep again."

"Good, good..."

The weight on Everett's heart finally eased, and in his excitement, he could only manage to say a simple "good."

"I'll go sit with her."

Just as he was about to step forward, Flynn's smile faded, "Mr. Everett, I'm afraid that's not possible."

Everett's brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

Flynn sighed, "You brought Selena back with a sense of vengeance, and now you must carry that weight. If you approach her now, she'll just shut down. Plus, during our check, I found she's showing classic signs of PTSD."

"Intimacy Rejection Syndrome."

"This syndrome usually happens after extreme betrayals by those she

trusted or was close to, leaving her unable to handle any kind of intimacy. If you get too close too

soon, she might break down again."

It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over him.

Everett stood there, frozen and chilled to the core.

After what felt like an eternity, he found his voice again, "Is there a way to help

her?"