His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 998

The morning sun warmed the entirety of Rose Island, its delicate white sands shimmering with an enchanting golden glow.

However, in Evadne's bedroom, where she lay, the windows were shrouded with luxurious, thick velvet curtains, blocking out all traces of daylight and plunging the room into darkness.

Such an environment was a haven for someone who had been tossing and turning all night, so exhausted that sleeping till the end of the world seemed plausible.

Yet, Avery found himself waking up early.

Plagued by nightmares, he woke up drenched in a cold sweat.

As he opened his eyes, his face was ashen, and his trembling hand hurriedly reached for the warmth beside him.

Feeling Evadne's soft, warm body, he finally let out a sigh of relief, struggling to sit up in bed.

The bed was a mess, but not from a night of passion-it was a testament to Evadne's violent struggle the night before.

In the end, he had restrained himself, not taking what wasn't freely given.

Avery leaned weakly against the headboard, gazing at the beautiful, delicate face of the woman sleeping beside him. A smile of contentment and happiness played at his dry, pale lips as he gently stroked her beloved face.

Lingering, reluctant to let go.

He hummed softly, a rough and gravelly voice singing a love song in an awkward accent, a song he adored, meant for her ears alone.

note he sang fractured and fragile, barely holding

Evadne couldn't hear him.

didn't sing to her now,

whispered, leaning in to kiss

call her

he couldn't

they had shared a bed, even though they had gone

moments, he couldn't lie to

the silence, and a servant entered,

time for

seeing a stark, crimson gash across Avery's chest, the plate nearly slipping from his grasp. "Mr. Chambers! You're injured! I'll call

"It's nothing," Avery dismissed.

raw, possibly

an air of indifference. His eyes were bloodshot, his

picked up a small plate of painkillers, swallowing them all at once,

an adrenaline shot

it was the pain that had woken

ache was like a death knell

"Avery."

cold, deep

towards the source, finding Hans' tall, imposing figure striding

is