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.

sound of the door

time to

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

away, every nerve in her body repulsed and resistant towards

at her, his gaze tracing the contours of her body outlined by the silky satin, her black hair spread across the pillow

anything since you got

sat beside her, his cool, firm hand grasping her slender ankle, slowly moving upwards, his voice hoarse with restraint, "Being angry with me

escaping. If that's the case, you should eat well and

"Heh..."

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

make any difference if

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

could, I really would prefer not to drug you. But you're too clever, always thinking of ways to leave.

grew heavy, and as his hand reached under her gown, he felt her fear

his hand, even though he