His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 976

Evadne's phone was a distant memory, and with neither a TV nor a computer in her room, she had no clue how many days had passed since her arrival on this secluded island.

She woke up from a heavy dose of sedatives, conscious but almost completely paralyzed below the neck, like a beautiful but desperate living corpse.

The opulent yet chillingly sterile room was so silent that not even the sound of the wind or the waves could be heard, indicating a considerable distance between the house and the sea.

It was Avery who had meticulously crafted this gilded cage for her.

Evadne lay on the pale gold bedding, her clothes from before long gone, replaced by a thin, red lace nightgown that made her look like a delicate yet tragic rose, devoid of any sign of life, as if she was slowly withering away.

The nightgown was the doing of the island's maid.

Although Avery was fierce and brutal to everyone else, he had never forced himself on her, not wanting to see her cry out of a love that pierced deep into his bones.

Evadne lay motionless, staring out the window as the orange hues of the sunset faded, taking the color from her slender face and leaving a heartbreaking pallor.

She closed her swollen, red eyes, holding back tears with clenched teeth.

an eternity, the sound of the door opening and familiar

it's time

himself brought the tray to her bedside, his voice unusually gentle, "I made it myself, all

her pale face away, every nerve in her body repulsed

his gaze tracing the contours of her body outlined by the silky satin, her black hair spread across the pillow framing her fragile face, igniting an even stronger desire

haven't eaten or drunk anything since you got here. You won't last

hand grasping her slender ankle, slowly moving upwards, his voice hoarse with restraint, "Being angry with me is

you're always thinking of escaping. If that's the case, you should eat well

"Heh..."

reddened, and a scornful smile cracked her dry lips, "Right now, I'm like a zombie,

any difference

do. You're trying to provoke me, hoping I'll stop the sedatives. Then you'd look for a chance to

drug you. But you're too clever, always thinking of ways to leave. You're everything to me, and I can't lose

breath grew heavy, and as his hand reached

he forcefully withdrew his hand, even though he desired her