His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 278

The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the clear windows, casting a gentle glow on their overlapping shadows. It was an enchanting sight, as tender and intoxicating as their passionate kiss.

Evadne’s cheeks flushed a rosy hue under the man’s fervent kisses, a tingling sensation spreading to every nerve in her body.

At first, she had the strength to hammer her fists against his broad chest and shoulders, but slowly, her strength waned. Overwhelmed by Thaddeus‘ dominant masculinity, she found herself breathless and her legs weak, involuntarily stepping backward.

Crash!

Her petite body was pushed onto the table by Thaddeus, causing a mess of scattered items on the floor.

“Mmm.”

A low moan escaped from her intertwined lips, sounding both like a protest and a plea. Thaddeus eyes turned a darker shade, his ears flushing a shade of red as if they were about to bleed. He was consumed by a burning sensation that spread across his body, as if he was about to be ignited by a flame named Evadne. Thaddeus vowed that he had only ever kissed one woman like this in his life, and that was Evadne.

He also silently swore that he would never touch another woman like this again in his life.

“Master!”

The door to the studio was abruptly pushed open, and an oblivious Camille barged in, her eyes wide with shock at the sight of Evadne and Thaddeus locked in a passionate embrace.

“What the hell are you doing, Thaddeus? Let go of my master!”

Evadne pushed Thaddeus away abruptly, her almond–shaped eyes wide open as if she were waking from a dream. She swiftly slapped him across the face. Thwack!.

The sound echoed throughout the room, leaving Thaddeus‘ left cheek swollen and Camille dumbfounded.

Despite the burning sensation on his cheek, a smirk formed on his face, painting an eerily pleased expression on his face.

“Thaddeus. Get out. Now! I don’t want to see you!”

Evadne’s face was flushed from the kiss, her eyes watery and her lips stained with a blush of embarrassment. Thaddeus‘ smirk deepened when he saw this.

“Fine, I’ll leave. But I’ll be back once you’re done with your work.”

Evadne was taken aback. What on earth was he talking about? Who said she wanted to see him?

Thaddeus gave her a lingering look before reluctantly heading towards the door.

As he brushed past Camille, he left in his wake a lingering scent of cool pine.

“Master! Are you okay?”

Camille rushed to Evadne, her eyes filled with anger and tears.

“I’m fine.”

her racing heart, “Let’s

she finally snapped back to reality,

you have to tell me the truth, are you still not over

“I’m over him.”

voice, “I’ve already divorced him. If 1 can’t

person.”

she had never truly treated herself well because of Thaddeus. She wouldn’t love anyone else after leaving him, and she wouldn’t repeat

don’t fall in love, they cook

back, her voice filled with a playful cheer, “Master, let’s go out for barbecue tonight and

is nothing but a pile of bad debts and

brushed off the gloomy thoughts and gave Camille a playful smile, “But what about you? Have you met any handsome guys recently or started any

that, all I do

and actors I liked before showed their true colors after a few days. They either wanted me to

both sucker magnets. But don’t worry, Camille. Whatever bitter experiences I’ve had, I won’t let you go through them again. If you want

busy, how do you

had this resource since I

Cassius, Arnold, Bennett, and Elvis are all single. I’ll print out their profiles for you to look

“People might think we were ordering

much better looking

handsome than a gigolo, but he’s also charming and articulate. He’s definitely your type.” “Really? What

“He’s a prosecutor.”

Camille was stunned.

Thaddeus emerged from the mansion, he still had a dreamy look in his eyes, as if he

he saw Thaddeus emerge, he hurriedly rushed over to

brows, his eyes twinkling like bright pearls in the setting sun. His cheeks were flushed and

dry and

expression, could it be

Thaddeus, your face?”

Evadne.” Thaddeus raised his hand to

did Mrs. Abernathy hit you?” Gordon’s face was full

his arms, her kisses almost melting him, his heart pounding. His lips curved into a satisfied

cares about me. She has

days left until the

all her efforts and received the

absolutely not design her a dress

matter how much you’re willing to pay or how generous the conditions, she won’t design

widened in shock,

the specific

stuttering and

design clothes for women with

of Mr. Frederic, was