His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 713

“I came to check on you because I thought you might be in trouble.”

“Me, in trouble? I’m fine, really. And from now on, stop doing things like this, okay?”

Elsie couldn’t bring herself to look up, her ears moving sightly, her smooth skin tingling as if electrified, goosebumps rising on it, “If you’re bored and looking for trouble, Mr. Waverley, go find it somewhere else. I don’t want to see you at the Velvet Haven again. No, what I mean is I hope after tonight, I’ll never see you again.”

The intensity in Elvis‘ gaze deepened as his tongue brushed against the teeth, “Heh, you can’t control me.”

Elsie’s heart squeezed tight; she bit her lips. She knew he was smart enough to understand the subtext of her words. But why was he so stubborn, so unwilling to play along?

Those Ashbourne folks are all so difficult to deal with!

Elvis enigmatic eyes scanned over her flushed face. Usually, she was the femme fatale who turned heads in the sultriest of places, but in front of him, she alternated between a coquettish kitten and a pitiful, tearful bunny.

Even with a face so similar to his little sister’s, he still found her to be a stunning chameleon, a woman who gave off a different vibe every time they met.

No wonder Avery had invested so much in her. No man could likely resist. Too bad, Elvis was an iron wall they couldn’t dent.

In his line of work, the golden rule was to keep things light–hearted and unemotional.

“Tonight, Matthew got pinched. The operation went down so clean because you dropped the dime in time.”

Elvis reset his emotions, his voice laced with a casual indifference, “I was thinking, with Matthew out of the picture, Avery might suspect you next, and might go after you hard. After all, he had planned to use that to blackmail Matthew, to get his hands on some leverage. Now his plans are shot to hell. Ha, that son of a gun must be so mad he could crap right where he stands, huh?” Elsie was speechless.

The atmosphere had been dangerous and charged, and now Elvis was being his usual off–beat self.

“I still hold a place in Mr. Chambers‘ heart. As long as there’s no solid proof, he won’t lay a finger on me.”

Suddenly, Elsie let out a charming smile, though the pain in her heart was inescapable, “Even if he had proof, he wouldn’t touch me. After all, ten years with a dog builds affection, let alone with a person, and a woman with Ms. Ashbourne’s face at that. So, you don’t need to waste your concern on me anymore. Last time was the first and the last. We shouldn’t meet again from now on, and you won’t get any more advantages from me. Our partnership is over.”

Her words were a clean break, each one a push away. But when she firmly said “over“, Elvis felt a twinge in his chest. Not only did he remember the task Evadne had given him to win her over, but there was also a sense of unwillingness.

The game was her doing, but he had to be the one to call it quits!

Elsie felt a weight on her shoulder as Elvis spun her around to face him.

With his arms braced against the counter, he trapped her underneath him, his handsome and sharp features enlarging in her trembling gaze. His unspoken aggression threatened to breach the fortress of her heart.

His hand played with her chin, seemingly casual but captivating. Their breaths mingled, their gazes tangled.

his gaze shimmered

Avery’s control, to walk a path in the light? Would you leave him?” His eyes darkened, his

“No. Even if I’m rotten, I’ll rot with Avery.

needed to keep her distance, while there was

I was the one asking you to leave with me? To a place where Avery’s reach couldn’t find us, would you

‘No‘

response came without hesitation, her smile a blend of light and tears, “in life, I belong

him.”

down to business.”

keep up with the man’s

room, just us two, what do you think we can do, play poker?”

with, “Your turn to shower first, or mine? Or

“I’m

away, Elvis effortlessly pulled

wrong, throwing a tantrum? How are we going to

if I could afford such a luxury.”

want to sleep with a woman like me? No matter how many showers

demeanor rakish, “I know exactly what you are. The

Elsie’s emotions burst forth, shaking as she spoke out.

paused, his lips pressing together.

outburst, Elsie struggled to regain her composure, her eyes red–rimmed with restraint, “If Mr. Waverley is concerned about me, and appreciates that I helped you

ever met. Because she genuinely cared for him,

wanted their relationship to remain untouched, pure.

his grip on her waist tightened, veins standing out on his hand, and his

it’s late. Stay the night,

it would only raise Avery’s suspicions.

Elsie in the plush king–size bed, Ethan rigid on the

as when they arrived. Elsie’s heels neatly

silence filled the

dawn, yet somehow, sleep claimed her. Elvis, however, lay staring at the

silently and kneel

moment, he murmured, “You’re not like her.”

fluttering, the corners of her eyes glistening with moisture. Elvis‘ adam’s apple bobbed,

his hand, his proud

the next morning, when Elsie’s bleary eyes opened, Elvis was gone. She

black overcoat lay neatly over her blanket, obviously

her upset stomach and left her stomach medicine. This time, knowing she had left in a hurry and was

is going to be the luckiest,” Elsie chuckled softly, her trembling