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.

with unspoken emotions, each note he sang fractured and fragile, barely holding

Evadne couldn't hear him.

to her now, he might never

Avery whispered, leaning in to

longed to call

for some reason, he couldn't bring

even though they had shared a bed, even though they had gone through the

couldn't lie

silence, and a servant entered,

Chambers, it's time

crimson gash across Avery's chest, the plate nearly slipping from his

"It's nothing," Avery dismissed.

wound was raw,

merely lowered his gaze putting on his gold-rimmed glasses with an air

plate of painkillers, swallowing them all

shot

the pain that had woken him

throbbing ache was like a

"Avery."

cold, deep voice

the source, finding Hans'

dream is over. Thaddeus