His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 653

Upon hearing this, Dr. Winston looked discomforted, “Hex, your friend’s skin was cut open and flesh was torn; it’s no normal wound. I’ll have to patch him up before I can give you the full report.”

Cassius stared at the raw lacerations crisscrossing Chasel’s body, the ache in his chest spreading like wildfire.

“Some of these might need stitches. I doubt we can avoid some battle scars.”

Seeing Cassius‘ face grow stormier by the second, Dr. Winston offered a wry smile in consolation, “Hey, a few scars on a guy just add to his rugged charm, right? Your friend’s not the prissy type, is he?”

Cassius‘ face twisted into a scowl. Not the prissy type?

The guy who wouldn’t let a single drop of olive oil stain his designer suit, who’d go for a full wardrobe change if it did – he was not the prissy type?

If he was not, then no one would be prissy on this planet. He could already picture it – the nuclear meltdown Chasel would have when he saw his marred back after waking up.

“Just do your best, please.”

“He’s your guy. How could I not give it my all?” Dr. Winston responded, the term “your guy” sending a faint blush across Cassius‘ cheeks.

It took over two hours, but Dr. Winston meticulously treated every wound, sparing no expense with all his finest ointments.

Once the man on the bed was breathing steadily in slumber, Cassius finally felt a whisper of relief.

“Check his body temperature in the morning. If he’s fever–free, we’ll be golden, Winston wiped sweat from his brow.

“Dr. Winston, I can’t thank you enough,” Cassius offered his heartfelt gratitude.

“Hex, drop me ‘Doctor‘, will ya? Makes me uncomfortable.”

Dr. Winston locked eyes with him, deep and sincere, “Just like old times, call me Win.”

Cassius‘ lips parted, a choked whisper escaped, “Win.”

Dr. Winston’s voice was crisp, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. For that one address, he’d walk

bear to leave Chasel’s side, yet he dared not sleep next to him for fear of jostling his injuries. So, he

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in, and by the witching hour,

and wakefulness, Cassius sensed the cool scent of medicinal cream and felt a heavy weight upon him.

he snapped his eyes open.

“Cassius.”

Chasel, bare–chested, straddling him, his skin so pale it almost glowed,

was still flushed with fever, his legs trembling, clenching Cassius as if afraid he

quickening in the still room, the air thickening with

was controlled, though the veins on his hand betrayed his inner turmoil.

you; then I woke up to see

raised his hand, his warm palm settling on

still think

shocked, and then leaned down passionately, almost fiercely, pressing his

with the sound of

you, please. I don’t need anything else, just let me stay by your

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contain or resist. He couldn’t hide it any longer, nor could her stand it. He was acutely aware of his actions,

now on, I’m your little fox,

blending with sweat, nestled into Cassius‘ bare yet

Avery had his hands full dealing with the mess the

resort project in Country T had been mitigated with visits to the victims‘ families, accompanied by generous compensation. He

officials handling the case. They agreed to downplay

had made sacrifices in

still had to navigate the

his side. She

her worth as Evadne’s double, if she lost this too, Avery would discard