His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 356

Evadne, her mind a whirlpool of emotion, zoomed back to her villa in Elmsworth.

She originally had set out to deal with Elspeth, but on her drive back, all she could think about was the

image of Thaddeus pushing her against the wall.

The man’s fiery gaze was locked onto her. Her own reflection in his passionate eyes was dark and

sorrowful. His anger was tinged with helplessness and humiliation, an image she couldn’t shake off,

Her fingers, while–knuckled around the steering wheel, felt numb as if zapped with electricity.

His eyes were loaded with affection.

But what did it prove?

Even if his gaze could pierce through her, it couldn’t hide the fact that he was still the same old

Thaddeus, secretly sleeping with Edith behind her back!

Stepping out of her car with a gloomy expression, Evadne was surprised to see Cassius, Aaron, and

Jason, already waiting for her at the entrance of her villa. “Evadne!”

“Cassius, Aaron, Jason. Why are you all here?” Evadne asked surprisingly, trying to muster up.

“We heard from Aaron that you went to the Abernathy family alone without even taking Jason. What

were you thinking, girl? Going on a solo mission?”

Cassius sighed with worry, stepping forward to wrap an arm around her shoulder, “But then I heard

Thaddeus was home tonight too. I was relieved. With him there, he wouldn’t let you be wronged.”

“Why wouldn’t I be wronged if he was there?” Evadne frowned, her lips pursed in displeasure.

“He cares for you, and he’d protect you.”

“What a poor joke, Cassius.”

Evadne’s heart lurched, her tone becoming even more resistant, “I was his wife for three years, three

years in which I was humiliated and wronged in the Abernathy family because of him, and he never

once stood up for me. Now we’re not even strangers. Why should he defend me?”

“That’s right, Cassius.”

Aaron stepped forward, hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Thaddeus is a heartless,

ungrateful guy. Even if he didn’t love Evadne, she was still his wife, and he had the duty to protect her.

But look at what he’s done! As the saying goes, a leopard never changes its spots. See, he just started

pursuing Evadne and he’s already back to his old tricks!”

“Aaron, what tricks?” Jason asked, oblivious to the situation.

“He’s back to his old flame, Edith, Jareth’s unlucky sister!” Aaron’s tongue was as sharp as ever, a trait

inherited from Arnold and Elvis, even better than them.

Jason coughed lightly, not commenting.

“Well, Aaron, you have a way with words. Speak some more.” Evadne nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Cassius’s gaze hardened, looking past Evadne to a distance behind her.

‘Mr. Chambers?”

Evadne, taken aback, turned around.

In the dimness of the night, Avery’s sports car was parked not far away. Its engine was off, lights out,

as quiet as if it wasn’t even there.

He didn’t get out of the car, but sat in the driver’s seat, leaning forward, his forearms resting on the

steering wheel, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Evadne bit her lip, meeting his gaze.

She didn’t greet him, nor did she approach him.

In the light, she could clearly see Avery slowly lower his body, burying most of his handsome face in his

arms, leaving only a pair of beautiful but lonely eyes visible.

His pitiful and lonely gaze, like a wounded puppy, was the same as when she saw him being punished

by Mr. Chambers in the rain fifteen years ago.

“Wait, when did he follow us here? Didn’t even make a sound. What a ghost.” Aaron couldn’t help but

shudder, feeling a chill down his spine. Cassius looked towards Avery’s direction, then back at Evadne

with a complicated expression, “He followed you to the Abernathy family?”

“Yes.”

Just then, the sports car started up again, turned around smoothly, and drove off into the night.

“Huh? He just left?”

Aaron furrowed his eyebrows in astonishment, “Evadne, who are these people chasing after you?

They’re either the scoundrels or stalking psychos. How can I not worry about your safety when you’re

out there alone?”

“Let’s get to the point.”

Evadne didn’t want to think about Avery anymore. She just asked with a serious expression. “Aaron,

how’s everything going on Alex’s side? Is he still refusing to talk?”

Aaron sighed with frustration. “I’m afraid it might take some more time. That beast is more loyal than

we thought. He’s so devoted to Elspeth. Anyone would think they’re married!” “I thought of that. He was

willing to kill for Elspeth. Of course he wouldn’t easily spill the beans.”

Evadne crossed her arms, her gaze deep and frosty, “That’s why I told you to interrogate him in the

way I suggested. I wanted to break his will. When his mental defenses are weak, we’ll strike a fatal

blow to his fortress, like feelings for Elspeth.”

“Evadne, whatever you plan, we’re with you!” Aaron was already rubbing his hands together,

determined to make the couple pay for their crimes.

“Just having Alex testify against Elspeth isn’t enough.”

Evadne clenched her fists fiercely, her eyes wide with anger, “For all the dignity Myra lost because of

her, for all the hurt she caused, I want her to pay back a hundred, a thousand times over!”

“Evadne, Aaron, I think we should dig deeper into the relationship between Alex and Elspeth.”

Cassius’s face was as stony as ever, his eyes glinting with cold rationality, “Elspeth having Alex hurt

Myra must’ve been a spontaneous decision. The fact that one call from her could make him kill for her

without hesitation means they must’ve been in contact all these years. Maybe there are probably

countless shady deals that others don’t know about. All carried out by that man on her behalf.”

“Exactly, they might even have a brood of kids. Frederic’s probably married someone disloyal the whole

time and didn’t even realize!” Aaron sneered from the side.

Evadne took this as a joke, but couldn’t help taking it seriously.

If it were true, it would be quite a scandal, enough to ensure Elspeth would never recover!

But Elspeth, with her high self–esteem and pride in being Frederic’s wife, would she stoop so low as to

have an affair with a lowly extra?

“Hmph, if there’s any truth to their illicit affair, I hope the illegitimate kid is Glynnis. That way, this

treacherous mother and daughter duo can be kicked out of the Abernathy family. Finally, some justice

for Ms Ashbourne!” Jason gritted his teeth in hatred.

Evadne pondered for a moment, then softly asked, “Cassius, has Elvis contacted you these past few

days? When is Chasel coming to Elmsworth?”

“Elvis called me, said he’s still negotiating with the Bright family’s son. He’ll bring him to you as soon as

possible.”

Cassius fluttered his long lashes, his large hand gently patting her shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’ve still

got me. Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you. Whatever you want to achieve, I’ll help you achieve.”

“And me! And me! I will help you, too!” Aaron’s eyes sparkled as he eagerly raised his hand.

“And me. Ms Ashbourne.” Jason gave her the same warm and gentle smile.

Evadne was moved. She leaned softly on her brother’s shoulder, feeling her exhaustion ease

considerably.

After a long night, Jareth returned to his love nest with Marilla, his face creased with worry.

Before he reached home, a light snow had begun to fall. By the time his car pulled up to the villa, Lily

was already standing at the door, holding a large black umbrella, having waited for him for quite a

while.

“Mr. Fairhaven, you’re back.”

Seeing Jareth get out of the car, Lily quickly bowed, covering him with the black umbrella while she was

exposed to the snow.

“Where’s Marilla? Is she asleep?” Jareth asked eagerly..

“She has been waiting for you to come home. She wouldn’t go to sleep no matter how many times I

tried to persuade her.”

Lily smiled helplessly but also happily, “Don’t blame her. She was just worried about you.”

Jareth’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Warmth rising in his body, he strode into the villa.

Fearful of letting Marilla feel coldness, he changed into the pajamas Lily had prepared for him

downstairs, and then tiptoed upstairs, wanting to surprise his delicate wife.

Jareth gently pushed the door open. The light was still on by the bedside, a book titled The Nightingale

and The Rose was half–read on the bed, but the lively and active figure of the young woman was

nowhere to be seen.

His heart skipped a beat, just as he was about to call out Marilla’s name, he faintly heard the sound of

rustling from the bathroom.

Without a second thought, he headed for the bathroom door.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. Not a sound could be heard.

“Marilla?!”

Ever since Jareth fell in love with Marilla, he cherished her like a delicate flower, always worried and

paranoid about her safety.

The bathroom fall silent, and he feared that something had happened to her. He lifted his long leg and

kicked the door open, the door almost flying off its hinges!

“Ahh!”

Marilla, who was standing in front of the mirror, let out a terrified shriek. She covered her head with her

hands, quickly turning around to face the man.

Jareth was taken aback, his Adam’s apple bobbing, letting out a husky grunt.

His flickering, heated gaze slowly fell, tracing her delicate face, finally landing on her wet and smooth,

white chest.

It didn’t look big when her clothes were on, but it turned to be full and round.

His mind went blank, his eyes filled with lust, his fingers clenched involuntarily as if fantasizing, longing

to hold something.

“Ahh!”

Marilla recognized Jareth’s face and screamed again. She closed her eyes tight, her slender arms

covering her chest, hurriedly turning her back to him.

But what use was it?

Naked and exposed, her tender back entered his sight, causing his heart to race uncontrollably.

“Marilla, I… we…” Jareth stuttered, his breathing heavy, his eyes red as they fixed on her.

“I just took a shower. I didn’t know you were coming back.” Marilla, her back to him, her tender body

trembling, was both enticing and pitiful.

The bathroom was filled with steam, a haze that reflected the ambiguous atmosphere between them.

Unable to control himself, Jareth, his forehead covered in sweat, approached her.