After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Selena got up, hopping comically on one foot as she made her way toward the kitchen. "What did you make? It smells amazing," she asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Aaron, startled, turned to see her standing there with bright, eager eyes.

His brow furrowed deeply.

He set down the spatula and strode over, lifting her up effortlessly and placing her in a chair by the dining table. "Stay put and stop getting in my way," he ordered, bracing one hand on the chair and leaning in close to her face.

After a brief pause, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips before returning to the kitchen.

Selena blinked, stunned.

Wait... was he still mad or not?

Soon enough, the food was ready. Baked salmon, barbecued ribs, pulled chicken, and a hearty seafood chowder-dishes that Selena loved.

She eagerly grabbed her phone to take pictures and post them on social media. But when she glanced up, she caught Aaron glaring at her darkly.

She immediately put the phone down, sitting up straight like a guilty student awaiting the teacher's reprimand.

Aaron sighed in exasperation.

He pulled out a chair and sat beside her. "Isn't there something you want to say to me?"

Selena nodded. "There is."

"Go on."

I won't trick you out of money

throbbed on Aaron's forehead, and his grip on the fork tightened slightly. "You think that's the main

If it were me, I'd be furious-probably even plotting

then asked cautiously, "Did I say

at her intently,

hand. "Please don't be mad anymore. I gave all

Aaron was speechless.

of helplessness washed over him

Aaron found himself worrying-what

softened as she tried to coax him when he

first,"

her utensils and serving him food with

finished dinner, Aaron's expression had relaxed

don't be mad at

Aaron said,

him and

however, a mischievous glint