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!”

feel normal, they don’t look at me like I’m a monster! Jareth, going to school makes me so happy. I want to

Jareth hard, like twin daggers plunged into his sides. He had always been her greatest lover, the architect of her future happiness. But he never imagined that his

Fairhaven, you

drying Manilla’s damp hair, “Mr. Fairhaven didn’t mean that. He’s just concerned about the recent violent incident at the school. It’s probably chaotic

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

meticulous thinking. Usually

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her mind was exceptionally clear.

Jareth could only relent

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

care of Marilla.”

“Yes, Mr. Fairhaven.”

thing.” Jareth paused, his eyes icy, “Keep a close eye on her, and keep those unseemly

at the command, Aaron’s handsome face flashing

away from my

Camille, she had been restless. Night after

once and countless times in domestic

you want to be beaten to

truly a

regaining Mr. Jeff Chambers’s trust and his

his mood would improve and that he would spare her his 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

night, her cries echoed through

to do and on a whim, Matthew recalled sending Elva to Camille

was just another

please the tailor. Nine times out of ten, they’d leave with nothing but disappointment, especially someone as inarticulate and clumsy as

her hands on that dress, he’d have the perfect excuse to blow a gasket. But Matthew’s rage fizzled out unexpectedly. Elva had somehow managed to

hardly someone to parade

back into the Chambers Group, and this upcoming family gala is my triumphant public comeback. As the wife of the Chambers‘ eldest

hissed these venomous reminders in her ear. With tears brimming

back into the picture of genteel nobility, and strode out

Elva called out

cold gaze upon her,

father’s health is deteriorating rapidly.”

if we can’t

“So?”

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

after the gala”

may not

verge of tears, pleading. “Please, for all the things my family has done for the

gala. Are you getting deaf?

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menacingly.

in fright.

him then,-consider it an investment.

“If your father can still wait for the kidney, then continue

the man left, Elva collapsed to the floor, weeping