His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 689

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven,” with a knowing nod, Lily set off to change the bed linens.

While the villa employed a housekeeper, the bedroom was a sanctuary that Jareth trusted only Lily to tend to and arrange.

The heavy, luxurious velvet drapes were still drawn, infusing the dim room with the lingering warmth of last night’s passion, a scent of love that hung thick in the air.

Catching sight of the disheveled bed, Lily couldn’t help but beam with joy. Clearly, the young couple had not held back in their nighttime endeavors.

Once Jareth left, she’d have to give Marilla’s waist, which had weathered the storm of their affection, a good massage.

Lily swiftly replaced the sheets and duvet with crisp, clean ones and gathered Jareth’s scattered clothes into the laundry basket.

Ever since Jareth had expressed his intent to marry Marilla to his family, and formally approached the Abernathy family, Lily hadn’t seen a single condom. It was clear as day that Jareth was eager for Marilla to bear his child.

With their relationship as sweet as honey, it seemed only a matter of time before Jareth’s wish came true.

Lily, her face bright with happiness, had just stepped out of the bedroom when Jareth’s deep voice called out, “Lily, for the next few days, stay with Marilla at home; let her rest and heal. The classes at Elmsworth Academy of Fine Arts can wait.”

“Mr. Fairhaven, but…”

As Lily hesitated, the bathroom door suddenly burst open, “No! I need to go to school! I don’t want to stay home; I have to go to school!”

Jareth and Lily both froze in surprise.

Marilla, her body radiating heat, stood there soaking wet, clad only in a bath towel, her bare feet on the cool floor.

Jareth’s heart skipped a beat as he quickly shed his freshly changed suit to wrap her damp body, his garment worth of tens of thousands now reduced to a makeshift bathrobe.

Marilla’s slender figure was even more delicate against the man’s loose clothing.

“My silly girl, running out like this, what if you catch a cold?”

Eyes tinged with red, Jareth held her tight, her toes barely touching the ground as he nearly lifted her off her feet, “Have you forgotten what you promised me? To be good every day.”

Lily watched, worried for Marilla but even more so for Jareth’s well–being.

Since being named heir, Jareth was no longer the carefree prince who could dote on his radiant wife. He had to attend social events to expand the Fairhaven Group’s network and frequently travel abroad for inspections, plus Marilla started going to school, leaving little time for the couple to enjoy each other’s company – sometimes only a night or two per week.

And then there was the incident from the night before.

It seemed like Jareth’s nerves were stretched extremely taut, on the verge of snapping or releasing a formidable energy.

“Why? Why can’t I go to school?” Marilla’s gaze met his, her eyes brimming with urgency.

Jareth explained gently, “It’s not that you can’t go, just for now.”

There’s an arts performance for the school’s anniversary in a few days. I’ve never been part of such an event, and I don’t want to

miss it!”

struggled within his arms, “I finally feel normal, they don’t look at me like I’m a monster! Jareth, going to school makes me so happy.

hit Jareth hard, like twin daggers plunged into his sides. He had always been her greatest lover, the

you

recent violent incident at the school. It’s probably chaotic there. If you avoid these next few days and go back after things have settled.

everyone will know I was the hostage that day Then, if I return to school later, everyone will look at me

meticulous thinking. Usually the young lady was straightforward. But now, to

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studies, her mind was exceptionally

end, Jareth could only relent with a

still wearing his damp suit. Lily tried to offer a change of clothes, but he refused. He couldn’t bear to part with the

good care of

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven.”

his eyes icy, “Keep a close eye on her, and keep

at the command, Aaron’s handsome face flashing in her mind.

away from my

Elva had received the dress from Camille, she had been restless. Night after night, she suffered insomnia,

once and countless times in domestic

want to be

fighting back is truly a

Cassius, regaining Mr. Jeff Chambers’s trust

cruelty. But the reprieve was short–lived. Not long ago, he staggered home late at night, battered and bruised, and immediately dragged her from the bed to the floor,

cries echoed through the entire building.

gala was drawing nearer. Today, with nothing better to do and on a whim, Matthew recalled sending Elva to Camille

be told, it was just another malicious way to trouble her.

how difficult it was to please the tailor. Nine times out of ten, they’d leave with nothing but disappointment,

excuse to blow a gasket. But Matthew’s rage fizzled out unexpectedly. Elva

seemed that this woman, hardly someone to parade

this upcoming family gala is my triumphant public comeback. As the wife of the Chambers‘ eldest son, you need

Elva, Matthew hissed these venomous reminders in her ear. With tears brimming in her eyes, Elva

into the picture

called out weakly.

turning a cold gaze upon her, “What now?”

father’s health is

feet, mustering the courage to speak, “The doctors say if we can’t find a suitable kidney donor soon, he won’t

“So?”

before, you’d help find a donor for my father.”

talk after the

he may not

of tears, pleading. “Please, for all the things my family has done for the Chambers Group, for the years we’ve been married, please save my father!”

gala. Are you getting deaf? Can’t you

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menacingly.

recoiled in

to me. I would’ve saved him then,-consider it an investment. But now? He’s just a dying old man. Why would I waste my resources on someone who won’t last much longer?

disdainful gaze, “If your father can still wait

left, Elva collapsed to the floor,