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?”

Chapter 673

flour from his cheek, her heart both sour and tender, “What are you doing, you silly man? You’re already running around between two places every day, working and then coming back to be with

tiring. Your happiness is what

as he looked

made them nice and

Pfff!

clutched his chest as a mouthful of fictional

work and Thaddeus‘ assistance, two plates of golden, crispy

Thaddeus‘ few failed attempts sat neglected in

try some

up, “It’s been

her hands, took a big

cooking is still as fantastic as ever!” Evadne beamed with

smile spread across

mind flashed back to a face similar to

he’d managed to safely escape from the Velvet

to Matthew to

despised Snaky Avery and was wary of her status, after last night’s

about that woman.

believe that anyone decent could

Elsie didn’t seem all that bad

Evadne, don’t

in alarm, but it was

charred offerings, savoring them

not that bad.”

have to force yourself to compliment me. I know they’re not

How could they not be delicious?”

it matter if they’re black or golden? Once they’re in your stomach, it’s all the same, right? Isn’t

lips curved into a tender smile, and he couldn’t resist planting

clutched his chest and closed

it

he come back to be the

phone, “I’ve cooked up a storm here, and I can’t eat all this myself. Lucky for

great, I was about to call

was a subtle shift in Elvis‘ eyes, a darkening. “Tonight, I’ve come

Arnold and Aaron had made

gathered around the dinner table which had transformed

17:04)

What’s the big secret you’ve been keeping from us?” Arnold prodded, biting into a

you so on edge because you can’t afford your tampons?”

Arnold chucked a chicken bone at

tossed a document–filled envelope onto the table.

all leaned

been talking about avenging our brother? Inside this envelope is enough

Arnold and Captain

dumped

up a portion and started reading. Shock and anger

And that’s not all. He’s been hosting so–called charity events, parading the girls meant to be helped, but really, he was setting up a Lioneletplace for the high and

red with fury. “These girls just wanted a chance

trembled

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

worry, Evadne, Aaron. Justice may be delayed, but it will be served. He won’t be hopping around for much longer,” Arnold reassured,

are 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 to the

at, Thaddeus?” Evadne grabbed his hand.

much evil, he must have set

detailed or substantial enough. It’s clear it’s not the full picture. It’s enough to scare but not enough to convict. We need further investigation,

elbowed Arnold, “Hey, bro, he’s

“Ah? Oh, right,”