His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 367

“Hey, what’s got you so spaced out?”

Elvis noticed Evadne staring blankly into space and waved a hand in front of her eyes to snap her out of it.

“Elvis.”

Evadne hesitated, her words trailing off as she thought of a woman who bore a striking resemblance to herself.

“What’s wrong, Evadne? You’re usually so straightforward. Why are you stuttering now?” Elvis asked, puzzled.

“It’s nothing, really.”

Just a woman he chanced upon, way back in another country.

Even if she had the slightest suspicion, she couldn’t look into this woman. Her only option was to probe through Edith.

But what was the point?

It was Thaddeus who had declared, in front of her grandfather, that their relationship was over, and there was no turning back.

So what was she hesitating for? What was she mourning?

Evadne gave a silent, bitter smile, draining the lukewarm tea in her cup.

How pathetic she must be, to pine for a man who had forsaken her twice. Shouldn’t she be thankful that she didn’t repeat the same mistake?

Cassius, sitting next to her, took in her mixed emotions but said nothing. Instead, he gently took her chilly hand into his warm one, holding it comfortingly.

“Did you tell Suri and Emeric about Chasel?” Evadne asked softly.

Emeric had taken Myra abroad to alleviate her melancholy, and Suri and Aviana had tagged along. They were staying in separate villas though.

The grand Ashbourne family mansion was rather deserted these days, with only them present.

“We’ve already called Suri.”

Cassius let out a soft smile, “Suri said not to treat him like a guest. Deal with him as necessary, as long as you’re happy, she would even take that she’s never had this nephew.”

Evadne couldn’t help but laugh. She knew that they all doted on her dearly.

“Wow, is this what they call forsaking one’s kin for justice, or disowning one’s family?” Arnold exclaimed, slack–jawed.

Elvis took a cigarette from his black coat pocket and placed it between his lips, a combination of cool and rogue, “Helping others, that’s called forsaking one’s kin for justice. Helping Thaddeus, that douchebag, that’s disowning one’s family.”

Everyone was speechless.

Evadne merely blinked, remaining silent.

“Evadne, there’s something I want to say, but I’m not sure if I should.”

“Then don’t,” Evadne cut him off, already guessing what Elvis was going to say.

It definitely wouldn’t be pleasant.

“Thaddeus now has severe neurological damage due to my actions, affecting his nervous system. We don’t know what’s in store for him, whether it’s intermittent fainting or paralysis, Evadne’s voice was laced with bitterness.

Elvis frowned at her words.

“I don’t want any more dealings with him, but I don’t want to feel like I owe him anything either.

Evadne looked up at Elvis again, her gaze clear yet heart–wrenching, “I’m not trying to save him. I’m trying to redeem myself.”

The atmosphere in the living room grew tense.

Amold, ever the sly fox, suddenly blurted out, “Hey, Cassius, is Chasel really a man?”

Cassius simply replied, “Yes.”

“How does it feel when you hold him?”

Elvis couldn’t resist teasing him, “Oh, I thought you, Arnold, was an upright man, not interested in women. Turns out you have unique tastes. If you have such desires in the future, just say so. Why make me seduce him? Evadne should let Arnold do it, he’d be more than eager!”

the heck are you

brother, “I just haven’t seen a man that

startled

be that curious

just shows I’m young! Only old people lose

bickered and the

The next day

due to jetlag, slept until

bleary eyes when he heard persistent knocking

it, but the person outside

wouldn’t stop, would you?

from the bed and

saw the impeccably dressed Cassius standing

subtly trailing from Chasel’s well–defined

deep gaze darkened slightly, revealing

With his eyes squinted, Chasèl leaned against the door frame,

unrestrained. He wouldn’t be shy

facing Cassius, the embodiment of his aesthetic ideal, an alluring man in a suit, he

cute,” Cassius said, his voice low and

Bright, did you sleep well?” Cassius asked,

It’s a bit lonely without someone to warm the bed though,” Chasel replied, his words brimming with frustration from being kidnapped. “May I come

his lip and stepped aside to let him

where Chasel made himself comfortable on the sofa, throwing his legs on the coffee

was only then that he noticed a first aid kit had mysteriously appeared

to one knee, grabbing hold of

cheeks, and he recoiled slightly, “W–what are you

that hasn’t been treated. Let me put some ointment on

gave him a warm smile, and without waiting for a response, began to disinfect the wound with an

was oddly comforting, and Chasel squinted his fox–like

and knowing the injury was minor, he was unused to this level

family, he

him, his

room was quiet, filled with an

though the injury isn’t serious, try to keep

put away the kit, his voice soft, “I’ve never seen a man with skin as delicate as yours, like my little sister’s. I want it to stay perfect, so it’s

leaning in closer to him, “Ever heard

clear, bright

were close, so close it seemed

a beat as he locked eyes with Chasel, “What are you

trying to suck up to me on Evadne’s orders, or do you really care about

voice, while not as feminine as his appearance,

guest and Suri’s nephew. It’s only right that I take care of

the president, always choosing your

Chasel turned away, “You can leave now. And I’m booking a flight

eyes slightly, settling

“What do you think?”

to make it

Elvis come and apologize to me, then

a renowned playboy, had been bagged and transported from

we

I want

won’t do it. And chances are, he’s already left.

anything.”

for a moment, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, “Cassius, be careful with your words. It would be embarrassing if you

out, I’ll see if I can do.” Cassius asked, his voice

me tonight. Can you do that?” Chasel asked, leaning against

do you

his hand

avert his gaze,

time, he felt as though he was being

Knock, knock, knock.

Dr. Bright awake? I’ve made lunch,” Evadne’s sweet voice

“Uh–huh.”

rose gracefully to his feet, looking down at Chasel, “You must be starving. Evadne is an excellent cook,

but his stomach