His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 561

The chill of the night air, fraught with a tension as thick as molasses, wove through the space between them like an unwelcome specter.

Avery’s heart plunged the moment he saw his beloved Evadne standing with Thaddeus, the joy of her presence crashing down. around him, shattering like fragile glass.

“Evadne, my dear, you’ve come?” Mrs. Chambers‘ eyes sparkled with a tender gleam, and she looked as if she would rise from her wheelchair to embrace the girl if only her legs would allow it.

It was curious how Mrs. Chambers, whose memory often faltered when it came to her own son, never failed to recognize Evadne’s striking beauty. Her affection was a poorly kept secret, transparent as glass.

“Mrs. Chambers, good to see you,” Evadne greeted, bowing her head in polite deference.

Thaddeus wrapped a protective arm around Evadne’s waist, his gaze sharp and unyielding as a blade of ice, vigilant of Avery’s every move.

“Evadne, who is this?” Mrs. Chambers asked, bewildered by Thaddeus‘ stoic expression, clutching the hem of Avery’s shirt for

reassurance.

the man’s chiseled profile, about to speak when Avery, adjusting his gold–rimmed glasses, stole the moment with a smile. “Evadne,

as though Thaddeus wasn’t even there. –

Avery in front of Mrs. Chambers. “You know the darkness you’ve conjured, the blood on

lips twitched ever so slightly, his gaze loaded with a love as brilliant as the stars.

don’t understand,” Mrs. Chambers said, her

Avery reassured, hands gently massaging his mother’s shoulders, his angelic features belying the venom within. “Evadne, who’s Eden? I don’t know the man. And what trouble have Cassius and Thaddeus found themselves in? Is there anything I

in his chest at the memory of he and Cassius’s near–fatal encounter on

was Avery, the puppet master of it all,

a quicker death?

on her waist, his anger

to Debby and her husband far away in Helgen. But this was not the time for trivial verbal victories. She sought

leave now?” Mrs. Chambers whispered,

a leaf. Although autumn was nigh in Elmsworth, the chill of early morning and evening had yet to take hold.