His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 673

Thaddeus had a look of sheer panic as the chicken nugget slipped from his fingers and plummeted into the bubbling oil of the deep fryer.

Hot oil spattered across the back of his hand and up his arm, the pain snapping him back to reality as his lips parted awkwardly, muttering. “Elvis”

“You’re always talking about that stuff. Are you really that horny?”

Elvis snorted softly, craning his neck to peer into the fryer, “I dunno if Evadne caught a whiff yet, but I sure followed the scent over here. Smells like something’s burning, though.”

That caught Thaddeus off guard, and he suddenly realized that the chicken he’d dropped in earlier was still submerged.

He fumbled for the slotted spoon, but by the time he fished out the nuggets, they’d turned a deep brown.

The corners of Thaddeus‘ eyes drooped in dismay, and he was instantly reminded of the first time Chairman Emeric had tried his cooking, labeling it a string of “failures.”

It was like a curse he couldn’t shake.

“Look, I get it, you’re trying to be sweet, but don’t force yourself into something that’s clearly not your forte. If you scald yourself and end up with blisters, it’s Evadne who’s going to suffer, right?”

Saying this, Elvis shrugged off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and positioned himself next to Thaddeus, nudging him aside with his hip, “Go stand over there and chill. Don’t get in the way.”

Thaddeus‘ eyes widened in surprise, “You’re going to take over?”

“If I leave it to you, my little sis will end up eating charcoal.”

Thaddeus didn’t get upset because Elvis was absolutely right; he’d overestimated his cooking skills.

Elvis washed his hands and expertly lowered the chicken into the fryer, watching the clock and counting the seconds before stirring the oil and soon after, retrieving the perfectly cooked nuggets!

Thaddeus stood by, assisting Elvis and absorbing every move with rapt attention.

“Got it yet?” asked Elvis, not even looking up.

Thaddeus nodded, “Yeah.”

“Your eyes may have got it, but your hands sure didn’t.”

Thaddeus frowned with a rueful smile, “Elvis, sometimes, I need a little encouragement.”

Elvis‘ long lashes fluttered as he glanced at Thaddeus, “Fail a few more times, and you’ll get it right. I’ve botched it up countless times myself before getting it to look half decent. If Evadne didn’t love it so much, who in their right mind would bother with this mess? It’s filthy, it’s a hassle, and you can’t get rid of the smell of oil for days! Sometimes, you shouldn’t spoil her too much. If you let her get her way all the time, she’ll be demanding you cook every day, then what’ll you do?”

Thaddeus‘ eyes glowed softly as he gently smiled, “Doesn’t matter. As long as Evadne’s happy, I’m willing to do anything, no matter how troublesome it is.”

“Pfft, easy for anyone to say,” Elvis responded with feigned disdain, but inside, he felt a warmth spreading.

“Wow! Fried chicken! Smells amazing!”

Both men turned around.

Now the real little foodie had arrived.

With the weather turning cooler and to better care for Emeric, Evadne had swapped her delicate silk nightgowns for a cozy, milk white fleece loungewear, setting off her moon–bright face. From a distance, she looked like a celestial rabbit morphed into a human, landing in the mortal realm, soft and adorable.

“Thad, Elvis, when did you guys get back? You could’ve at least let me know.”

Evadne scampered over in her slippers, bringing with her a sweet, warm breeze and flung herself into Thaddeus‘ embrace.

“Evadne, Im covered in flour, I’ll get your clothes dirty.” Thaddeus gently warned, his flour–dusted hands hovering mid–air, not daring to touch her

“Did you really make this for me just because I mentioned it last night?”

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you doing, you silly man? You’re already running around between two places every day, working and then coming back to be with me. It’s hard enough.

not tiring. Your happiness is what matters the most.”

gratitude as he looked over at Elvis, “Besides,

Elvis made them nice and crispy.”

Pfff!

chest as a mouthful of fictional blood nearly sprayed into

plates of golden, crispy fried chicken were served steaming hot.

failed attempts sat neglected in

try some

leaned against the table, eyes twinkling with anticipation as he watched his little sister’s eyes light up, “It’s been a while since I cooked

with her hands, took a

your cooking is still as fantastic as ever!”

pleased smile spread across

mind flashed back to a face similar

thanks to Elsie’s diversion, he’d managed to safely escape from the Velvet

her? Had Avery discovered everything she’d done? She had gone to Matthew to buy him time;

despised Snaky Avery and was wary of her status, after

about that woman.

that anyone decent could be found in Avery’s company.

Elsie didn’t seem all

Evadne, don’t eat

in alarm, but

mouth and devoured his charred offerings,

not

eating,” Thaddeus urged, capturing her hand, “You don’t have to force yourself to compliment me. I know they’re not

How could they not

does it matter if they’re black or golden? Once

tender smile, and he couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her greasy lips.

clutched his chest and

it so much.

did he come back to

grabbed her phone, “I’ve cooked up a storm here, and I can’t eat all this myself. Lucky for us, Arnold and Aaron are around. I’ll just holler at them to join us.”

be great, I was about to call them over too.”

darkening. “Tonight, I’ve come back with something important to

and Aaron had

and the couple gathered around the dinner table which

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big secret you’ve been keeping from us?”

on edge because you can’t afford your

Arnold chucked a chicken bone at him.

easily dodged, and then he tossed a document–filled

they all leaned

we’ve all been talking about avenging our brother? Inside this envelope is

Arnold and Captain Aaron’s radars

couldn’t wait. She grabbed the envelope and dumped its contents out for everyone to

up a portion and started reading. Shock and anger grew with every page they turned.

million in just two years. But that money never went to helping impoverished students–it all went straight into Matthew’s own pocket. And that’s not all. He’s been hosting so–called charity events, parading the girls

eyes burned red with fury. “These girls just wanted a chance at education, but what awaited them was

Evadne trembled with rage,

in Aaron’s eyes matched hers, “We should’ve taken him down when we dealt with

won’t be hopping around for much longer,”

far more insidious than Byron’s ever were. Byron was blatant with his actions, relying on his background. But Matthew, he’s a master of disguise, his deeds are done in the shadows, and

getting at, Thaddeus?” Evadne

he must have set up a

picture. It’s enough to scare but not enough to convict. We

“Hey, bro, he’s cueing you.”

“Ah? Oh, right,”