His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 809

In a moment of utter silence, the room felt as if it were a vacuum, and Jareth could hear nothing but the thudding of his own heart.

The journal in his hands was yellowed with age, a testament to the many years Lily had poured her soul into it.

With trembling fingers, Jareth carefully turned the first page.

Lily had never had much formal education, but having grown up by Jareth's side, her handwriting was firm, with a masculine strength that somehow resembled his

own.

In fact, the script bore a striking seven-tenths resemblance to Jareth's penmanship, a style that had been meticulously taught to him by his father. Being the constant shadow to Jareth, Lily naturally came under his influence.

Or perhaps she was so filled with thoughts of him that she couldn't help but mimic his handwriting, trying to bridge the distance between them in this way.

Lily didn't write every day, but what she did record were moments she deemed worthy of remembrance,

[Today, I followed Mr. Jareth to Mr. Fairhaven's funeral. With Mr. Fairhaven gone, the heavy burdens of the family now rest on Mr. Jareth's shoulders. The road ahead for Mr. Jareth will be arduous, but fear not, for I am here. Mr. Fairhaven, rest assured. Even if the sky were to fall, I would protect Mr. Jareth without a moment's hesitation.]

[These past few days, Mr. Jareth has been acting differently. He bursts into laughter over meals for no apparent reason. Could he be in love? Which lady has managed to unlock the tightly sealed doors of Mr. Jareth's heart? I am so curious to meet her.]

[Ms. Marilla is such a charming girl, truly worthy of my Master. He has such good taste!]

[Mr. Jareth, this is the fourteenth Thanksgiving I have spent by your side. I never understood the meaning of reunion before, but now that you have a wife, this holiday must hold a special significance for you. And for me, it has gained a special meaning too.]

[Mr. Jareth, the moon tonight is breathtaking. It's as beautiful and unspeakable as the love I hold for you.]

uncontrollably, and a heavy,

photo, cut from a newspaper,

ago, depicted the Fairhaven family at an ancestral tribute. A young and dashing Jareth stood tall and proud behind

there, following closely behind him, was the young

hair pulled into a high ponytail, she lacked the mature beauty she would later possess, her round

not clear, the girl's gaze, as she looked up at the back of her Master, was bright and clear, shimmering with a gentle

watching over her young

never once

you offhandedly asked me if I liked anyone and to tell you when I do, saying you'd help me check him out. Little did you know, that moment, my heart raced like

around, asking if I ever thought

is to see you truly

crouching down as his tears

him, deeply and

he, like a fool, had been

with all his heart, and knew all too well the agony of unrequited

must Lily have endured, day

could anyone bear such

be such a

life. I wish you

and Dean, all of Lily's belongings

much-just

as sparse as if the girl herself could vanish from Jareth's life

the pink diary remained clutched to his chest, treasured

Fairhaven, this is