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

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

happiness is what matters the most.”

eyes filled with gratitude as he looked over at Elvis, “Besides, I didn’t really do much. It was all

Elvis made them nice and crispy.”

Pfff!

chest as a mouthful of fictional blood

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

few failed attempts sat neglected in a corner.

some

little sister’s eyes light up, “It’s been a while since I cooked for you. Let’s see if I’ve

her hands, took a big bite,

as fantastic as ever!” Evadne beamed

spread across Elvis‘ lips.

to a face

he’d managed to safely escape from the Velvet Haven..

Matthew to buy him time; did that brute give her a

her status, after last night’s events, he

about that woman.

decent could be

all that

don’t eat

narrowed in alarm, but it was already

her cavernous mouth and devoured his charred offerings,

not that bad.”

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

How could

sign of pretense, “Besides, what does it matter if they’re black or golden? Once they’re in

a tender smile, and he couldn’t resist

clutched his chest and closed his

regretted it so

to be the

a storm here, and I can’t eat all this myself. Lucky

I was about to call them over too.”

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

and Aaron had

and the couple gathered around the dinner table which had transformed into an impromptu war

17:04)

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

on edge because you

chicken bone at

and then he tossed a document–filled envelope onto the table.

they all leaned in, curious.

our brother? Inside this envelope

Arnold and Captain Aaron’s radars

grabbed the envelope and dumped

and started reading. Shock and anger grew with every page

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 meant

the time Elvis reached this point, his eyes burned red with fury. “These girls just wanted a

hand on the table, Evadne trembled

“We should’ve taken him down when we dealt with Byron. I regret not

He won’t be hopping around for much longer,” Arnold reassured,

his brows furrowing. “As the former face of the Chambers Group, Matthew’s cunning and methods are far more insidious than Byron’s ever were. Byron was blatant with his actions, relying on his background. But

getting at, Thaddeus?” Evadne grabbed his hand.

he must have set up a way

It’s enough to scare but not enough

bro, he’s cueing

“Ah? Oh, right,”