His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 812 The night was as dark as ink, with the moon peering over treetops.

Returning to the mansion, Thaddeus retreated to his study to handle corporate affairs, while Evadne took a solitary bath. After a quick skincare routine, without even bothering to blow-dry her hair, she stood pensively by the window, lost in thought as the breeze caressed her face.

She mulled over Chad's words, savoring each syllable.

The man was an enigma.

She prided herself on being adept at reading people. When Avery had showered her with attention, perfecting the art of charm, she had deftly peeled away his facade of deceit.

Yet, with Chad, she sensed no malice, only warmth and refinement, as soothing as a gentle breeze.

What truly amazed her was that he had personally tested a medication for Marilla. Even if his motives weren't entirely pure, the risk he took was monumental.

Evadne furrowed her brows, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

Chad, what kind of person are you.

Suddenly, a hug filled with fiery tenderness enveloped her from behind, arms wrapping tightly around her waist. "Hey, lazy kitten, didn't feel like drying your hair while I was away, huh?" Thaddeus had appeared behind her at spoint, his chiseled chin resting on her shoulder, his warm breath against her neck, flushing her pale skin, "If you catch a cold, it'll hurtas much as it hurts you." "When did you get here? You scared me." Evadne's voice was soft, a playful smile on her lips as she wriggled in his embrace like a cozy little cat.

"What's got you so lost in thought?" He whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe.

"I was thinking about your brother." Her gaze still distant, the words slipped out before she could think.

Thaddeus felt his heart drop from tenderness to thorns, his initially gentle kiss turned into a bite, almost as if he was punishing her.

"Ouch, that hurts. Ah!" Suddenly, Evadne found herself being forcefully turned around to face him, her jaw captured in his grasp, her eyes meeting his deep gaze.

Her cheeks flushed with the heat of his stare, leaving her feeling weak at the knees.

"Evadne, just now, who did you say you were thinking about?" Thaddeus' voice was ragged with emotion.

"You know that's not what I meant, mmph!" His fervent kiss silenced her protest, overwhelming and invasive.

The intensity of Thaddeus' affections left Evadne breathless with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pinned against the balcony railing, she couldn't move.

She realized Thaddeus was different tonight, bordering on madness, and it unnerved her.

But before she could process her thoughts, she was consumed by his passionate embrace, her rose-colored silk robe slipping down her smooth back, caught at their entwined waists.

Under the silver moonlight, her alabaster body unfolded like the tender center of a blooming flower against his heated chest.

The last thread of Thaddeus' restraint snapped.

He roughly caressed her with calloused hands, claiming her with fervor.

"No! I've just bathed." Evadne arched her neck, pleasure and pain intermingling.

"We'll bathe again, I'll help you." Thaddeus' grip on her was unyielding, his white shirt pristine, his trousers already discarded.

With urgency, he joined with her, their union fierce and unrelenting.

Tears of sensation glistened in Evadne's eyes as she clung to his neck, her delicate form shaking.

The cool night breeze contrasted with their fiery coupling, both tantalizing and torturous.

"Thaddeus, I'm cold." Her body was slick with sweat, yet her lips quivered, her eyes pleading with his wild gaze, "Let's go to bed. Can we go to bed, please?" "Do you still think of him? Do you?" Thaddeus' eyes were bloodshot, his movements relentless as he sought an answer.

He was consumed by jealousy.

He had endured the torment all night since he saw Evadne with Chad, his soul writhing within its cold shell.

He remembered how he had smiled falsely in front of his brother, speaking insincere words.

God knows how much he wanted to snatch Evadne away at that moment, to hide her so deep that Chad couldn't look at her again! Evadne was his, and his alone.

"I don't anymore." Evadne's voice broke into sobs.

They had been together for so long, and never had Thaddeus been so indifferent, never had he made her feel so wretched.

"Evadne, you're mine. Don't look at him anymore, only look at me!" It was only after reaching the peak of their passion that Thaddeus carried his now pliant lover back to their room.

On the bed, he desired her again, but Evadne trembled, weakly slapping his cheek with a tearful plea, "Stop, no more, you're bullying me. I hate you tonight!" It was a hit without pain, more like a caress.

But it was enough to awaken the man drowning in jealousy and desire.

"I'm sorry, Evadne. I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, I swear." Thaddeus held her close, his heart heavy with regret, apologizing over and over.

"I know what you're afraid of." Evadne closed her eyes gently, her fingers lightly scratching his muscular back, soothing, "Thaddeus, don't be afraid. I am yours. I will always be yours." That night, Evadne slept deeply.

But Thaddeus was restless, barely sleeping.

As dawn finally arrived and his beloved showed no signs of waking, he didn't dare disturb her. He quietly got dressed and went to his study to prepare for a morning video conference.

At nine o'clock, the three-hour meeting began. Thaddeus tried to focus, but his thoughts kept drifting.

As soon as it was over and he returned to their room, he found Evadne still asleep.

His wife was usually so disciplined, always getting up early, even if they had indulged too much the night before. Worried, Thaddeus sat beside her, his touch retreating as he felt her burning skin.

"Evadne? Evadne?" He flipped her over and was met with her flushed face, alarmingly hot to the touch.

Evadne, burning with fever through the night, and he hadn't noticed until now. "Ugh, so cold." Evadne mumbled incoherently, her weakened voice barely above a whisper.

Thaddeus felt a searing pain in his chest as he hurriedly grabbed another blanket, wrapping her up until she resembled a cocoon, then threw one over himself as well. But still, she shivered.

It must have been last night, out on the balcony.

Regret and guilt washed over him as he wished he could slap ssense into his impulsive self.

But he'd better save it.

Let Evadne do the honors when she woke up.

Downstairs, Alva was preparing lunch when the doorbell rang. Wiping her hands on her apron, she went to answer the door.

She opened it to find a striking man in a black trench coat, his presence commanding. "May I help you?" she asked.

Elvis, hands casually tucked in his pockets, tilted his head and asked, "Is Evadne here?" Alva studied him. "Are you a friend of Mrs. Abernathy?" "No." Alva's eyes widened with realization. "Oh! You wouldn't happen to be one of Mrs. Abernathy's suitors, would you? Not Mr. Thaddeus' rival?" After all, the men who clooking for Evadne, especially the men, were all known to her.

This one was a mystery.

Elvis smirked, his eyebrows arching with derision. "If I were after Evadne, what business would Thaddeus have? He would have been out of the picture long ago."

Alva was about to retort when Thaddeus' anxious voice called from behind her Alva, do we have any fever reducers?" At the stime, he caught sight of Elvis standing at the door, and his eyes lit up.

"Elvis!" "Oh, that's sweet," Elvis said, stepping inside with ease.

Alva's jaw dropped, understanding now that this was another one of Mrs.

Abernathy's brothers.

Her dear young master, once the center of her world, had taken a back seat since Mrs. Abernathy cinto the picture.

"Oh, the heartache," she mused.

"Are you feeling unwell? I'll fetch your medicine right away." Thaddeus' gaze was urgent. "It's not for me, it's for Evadne." "What? Evadne's got a fever?" Elvis, his heart skipping a beat, rushed to Thaddeus' side. "What happened? Where's my sister?" Thaddeus, his lashes fluttering, struggled to speak and led Elvis to the room.

Elvis quickly shed his trench coat, cautious not to chill his feverishm sister, and sat beside her bed, calling gently; "Evadne? Evadne? I'm here. How are you feeling? Evadne?" Evadne, oblivious to his presence, murmured weakly, "Thad."

Elvis' heart clenched at her voice, and he glanced back at Thaddeus, who looked utterly lost. "She's calling for you, man. Get over here and taken care of herty Kheeling beside the bed, Thaddeus caressed her still-burning forehead, panic-stricken. "Evadne, I'm here. Alva's getting medicine. Just hang in there. Do you want swater? Are you in pain anywhere? Maybe we should go to the hospital?" Evadne shook her head slightly, her nostrils flaring.

"Could you shut it for two seconds? She's delirious, can't you tell?" Elvis, protective of his sister and furious, turned his wrath on Thaddeus. "How in the hell are you looking after my sister? She's been tough as nails since she was a kid, and you've got her like this!" Thaddeus was choked with guilt, the remorse overwhelming.

Just then, Evadne shifted uncomfortably, revealing a swath of her fair skin from beneath the blanket.

Elvis' eyes narrowed sharply.

He saw the alarming red marks across her neck, collarbone, and shoulders, everywhere.

His mind buzzed with fury as the pieces fell into place.

His gaze slowly shifted to Thaddeus, anger rising, his fists clenching with a crackling sound, "Thaddeus, you're a dead man!" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1