His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 755

Marilla approached Jareth, a solitary figure standing in front of him.

She was still wearing that white fleece loungewear she favored at the villa they once lived at, her cute and playful appearance causing Jareth’s pallid lips to lift in an involuntary smile.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he laughed, a single drop escaping to trace the line of his cheek.

Their eyes met, and a tumultuous tide of emotion surged between them, their hearts pounding fiercely within their chests.

The man before her had grown so thin; she could barely recognize him. She pressed tightly her lip to hold back the pain, afraid to utter a single word; afraid that if she did, she might break down in tears. If she cried, all her resolve would mean nothing.

Eyes bloodshot, Jareth shuffled forward with heavy steps, reaching out to wrap her in a fierce embrace.

Tears cascaded down Marilla’s cheeks silently, her sobs muted as she refused to return the embrace. Yet even in her restraint, her ragged breath and racing heartbeat betrayed her feelings.

There were three things one cannot hide coughs, poverty, and love.

Jareth had so much he wanted to say. He wanted to ask her, why was she marrying Alston? Why?

Why?!

But when he finally spoke, all that emerged was a concern, “Dressed so lightly, what if you catch a cold?”

Marilla, her forehead pressed against his chest, just shook her head slightly. Lily and Dean averted their eyes, unable to bear the sight of such star–crossed lovers. After a few moments of silence, Jareth’s cold lips brushed against Marilla’s ear, pleading softly, “Marilla, don’t marry anyone else; please come home with me.”

The woman in his arms said nothing, only her tears falling hot and fast onto his heaving chest. After a long moment, Marilla clenched her teeth and pushed him away with trembling hands, “Jareth, you have to take care of yourself from now on. Don’t come looking for me again.”

it carried a distance that was foreign to the warmth and sweetness

slender bones, “Marilla, how can you do this to me. How can you be so cruel.

me?!”

and Dean panicked, fearing

eyes brimmed with fragmented tears, “Didn’t you say you loved me? That you’d only be mine? How could you go back on that? How

desperation, his hysteria carrying

her voice soft as she lied to him, and to herself, I’m weak, and I’m scared. I’m afraid of getting hurt, afraid of causing trouble for those around me. I’m just an ordinary person; I can’t handle the storms. I just want a simple life. Even without love, as long as it’s peaceful, that’s enough. Jareth, it hurts at first, but it’ll get better with time. I’ve let go of a

understood what it meant to

Voice.

hesitated. As long as Gary lived, he

instantly become Gary’s target, subject to whatever vie schemes he

best course of action would be to keep their distance for now, to resolve all the dangers first, and then let the young master court his woman cleanly. But who

FOS SE F

Jareth broke out in a cold sweat, his complexion void of any color. Could memories etched so deeply within the heart be so easily forgotten?

Marilla’s heart skipped a beat as

out of the car, respectfully opening the door for Frederic, who appeared to have. been roused from his slumber. Clearly, his

chillingly dark, “Didn’t you say you’d never see anyone from the Fairhaven family again? Why can’t you give me peace? Are you going to defy

a leaden crown. That night, Frederic’s words

so hard over the years; it hasn’t been easy. He’s given so much

his help to manage the Abernathy Group before, so I’ve been tolerant, letting him become so insolent and presumptuous! But now Chad’s health- is improving, and he’ll soon return to Elmsworth. Once his condition stabilizes, he can take over for Thaddeus and manage the Group affairs. If I replace that fool, I might even live a few more years!”

Please, I’m begging you; don’t

the Bartley

his hand

as she took

were bloodshot as he yelled after her retreating figure.