His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 948

Now, he was the epitome of a thoughtful and caring husband, showering his beloved Evadne with utmost affection. His hands, rough and calloused from the trials of life—battling through military academy, surviving the front lines, and navigating the cutthroat world of business-could still cradle her with the gentlest touch. All through the night, he didn't once disturb her peaceful slumber, as soft sighs of contentment occasionally escaped her lips. Utterly irresistible.

Thaddeus swallowed hard, leaning down to stroke her dark hair, planting kisses on her forehead, her lips. Then he left the room and stepped out onto the balcony.

It was the tail end of December. Back in Elmsworth, winter had fully taken hold, but here in Helgen, it was the most pleasant season, with a warm, humid breeze wafting through the air. Pondering over Evadne's words, his gaze deep and thoughtful, Thaddeus picked up his phone and dialed a long-lost number.

"Holy smokes! Am I seeing things?!"

The surprise and excitement in the man's voice were palpable as he answered, "Thaddeus, man, you still remember I exist?!"

Taking a deep breath, Thaddeus's voice was laden with regret, "Sorry, it's been years since I reached out. It was indeed rude of me."

brother. Don't talk like we're strangers. I've kept your number all these years, always hoping you'd get back in touch. Bet you

by side, breaking through barriers of nationality and age, forming a bond on the battlefield that was deep and unbreakable. I carry those memories with me, always. They pump through my veins, a reminder

will," Thaddeus said, his grip tightening on the

that war... it was brutal. We

voice turned husky, "And more than that, we came back with scars, with PTSD. Me, especially, it took a long, long

to death. And the visceral impact of watching people you know, people you care about,

touch. One living in Elmsworth, the other in Helgen. It wasn't that Thaddeus didn't want to reach out; he feared disturbing his friend's recovery, afraid that his reappearance might trigger unwanted memories.

lips, "Hearing your voice, just like old

not ordinary folks; we're soldiers with honors to our names!" the man