His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 398

The slap was not as harsh as the ones before. This time, Thaddeus could almost mistake it for a

caress, making the corners of his lips twitch into a rare, playful smirk.

“Did that jerk just smirk?” Evadne muttered to herself, a flush of annoyance spreading across her face.

“He’s becoming more and more audacious.” “What are you doing taking off.my clothes?” Evadne

crossed her arms defensively, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Thaddeus looked at her with tender eyes, “I’m treating your wounds.”

What a righteous excuse.

“You could’ve waited outside for me to change or you could’ve cut my sleeve off with scissors! Do you

really need to take off my clothes?”

Evadne’s eyes flashed with anger as she glared at him. “You are really shameless, acting like a

playboy!”

“Evadne, we were married. We were intimate together during our marriage and after our divorce too.”

Evadne bit her lip, her breath hitched at the reminder of the nights they had spent together.

Thaddeus‘ raspy voice and his lust–filled gaze were clear signs of his struggle. “I’ve seen everything of

you, even the parts others couldn’t. Would it not be pretentious to act otherwise?”

He didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he moved closer, causing her to flinch in surprise. He gently

but firmly stripped away her clothes, revealing her flushed skin to his hungry gaze.

“Evadne, relax. Let me take care of your wounds, okay?” His voice was gentle, soothing. He was so

tender that it made her heart race.

Thaddeus‘ gaze roamed over her exposed body, his breath hitched, and his eyes darkened with desire.

His hands were shaking as he treated her wounds, wrapped her up in bandages, and admired the sight

of her….

“Thank you.” Evadne started, but Thaddeus cut her off, moving to trap her beneath him.

“Evadne, you can thank me in another way.”

Without waiting for her response, he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, like a man who

had been wandering in the desert and had finally found an oasis.

The room temperature rose as their desire for each other filled the air. His lips met hers again, this time

with no restraint, but all the tenderness. The sensations were overwhelming, and Evadne found herself

lost in pleasure.

She couldn’t feel any pain, only waves of pleasure, which made her deeply addicted.

Was there such love?

She clearly hated him, but now she was in pleasure because of him.

The next morning, Evadne woke up exhausted and sore.

She was thirsty and decided to head downstairs for a drink. As she walked down the stairs, she could

hear the sizzling sound from the kitchen and the smell of something delicious wafting through the

house.

Walking into the kitchen, she was greeted by an unexpected sight. Thaddeus stood there, wearing an

apron over his muscular body, cooking breakfast. The sight of him, so out of his element, was both

amusing and endearing.

His physique was even more striking, with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. His rolled–

up shirt sleeves revealed the firm, sculpted muscles of his arms. As he hefted the frying pan, the tense,

powerful lines of his muscles were a live exhibition of pure masculinity..

ཡ ཇ ཧ འ ཋ ཅ — F

Evadne’s eyes, gleaming with mischief, narrowed slightly as she quietly approached him from behind.

Due to her bare feet, she moved silently, thus, even when she was right behind him, he had no clue.

Sizzle.

A puff of steam rose from the frying pan, and Thaddeus wiped a bead of sweat sliding down his cheek,

sighing in frustration.

“Burnt again.”

Only then did Evadne notice the mound of eggs in the nearby trash can.

“Bloody fool, you’ve got the heat too high, and the oil is too hot. At this rate, you’ll wipe out an entire

chicken farm.”

Thaddeus flinched and quickly turned around, meeting Evadne’s playful cat–like eyes.

“Did I wake you?” He asked nervously.

“No, my internal clock woke me up. I’m not one to sleep in.”

Pointing at the trash can, Evadne couldn’t help but tease, “This spectacle better not be seen by Jason,

he hates waste. He’ll make you eat all of it.”

“I wouldn’t mind. We were taught not to waste in the military” Thaddeus responded nonchalantly.

Knowing his stubborn nature, Evadne quickly waved her hands to stop him, “Just joking, Mr. Thaddeus.

Don’t actually eat it. No need for such drastic

measures.

“I underestimated the task of cooking, I used to watch Alva do it and thought it was easy. I realized it’s

actually a skill I’m far from mastering.” Looking at the mess he made, Thaddeus felt guilty, “I remember

how much effort you put into cooking for me. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes sparkling, Evadne was touched by his words.

“I initially wanted to surprise you with breakfast when you woke up. But it seems we might have to

order something from Gordon.”

Thaddeus frowned slightly and apologized, “Evadne, I’m sorry. Give me some more time to practice. I’ll

get better.”

But Evadne saw through his intentions. He was willing to do something he had never done before, just

for her. He was willing to disregard all his principles for her.

This man has never taken a step in the kitchen after three years of marriage. Alva said that he did not

have a problem with her alone. He had been like this since he was a child, saying that he hated the

smell of oil and smoke.

This smell always reminded Thaddeus of living in a mixed slum with his mother when he was a child.

Next to the bungalow they lived in were filthy restaurants. From morning till night, he could always

smell the smoky smell when he lay in bed. No matter how hard he tried to wash his clothes and his

mother’s, the sticky smell of oil still lingered.

Feeling a warmth in her chest, she gently nudged him aside, “Alright, stop destroying my kitchen. I’ll do

it.”

Suddenly, she was seized by a bout of coughing. The smoke from the burnt food triggered her allergy.

“Evadne, are you okay? Did you catch a cold?” Thaddeus asked anxiously.

“No, I’m just allergic to smoke. Just need to open a window and let some fresh air in.”

Smoke allergic?

Thaddeus was taken aback.

When did she develop this allergy? Or had she always had it, and he just didn’t know?

Had she been suffering from this allergy while cooking for him and the entire Abernathy family for the

past three years?

Just as Evadne was about to pick up the spatula, Thaddeus wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Hey, how am I supposed to cook like this?“.

“Never cook again.”

Thaddeus buried his face in her neck, his breathing heavy and his eyes red with unshed tears, Leave it

to me. I’ll cook for you, I’ll learn.”

“Forget it, you’re a lost cause.”

Suddenly, Evadne blushed, realizing she might have said something inappropriate:

That comment made them sound like an old married couple, as if they were bound to live together

forever!