His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1041

Two days slipped by in a heartbeat, and just like that, Cassius's birthday arrived.

The night before, Elmsworth had its first real snowfall of the season. Now, outside the hospital window, every bare branch was dusted in white, as if someone had taken the world's finest powdered sugar and sprinkled it over everything. It looked just like something out of a Christmas card-peaceful, magical, and almost too romantic to be real.

"Dr. Bright, the white roses you ordered are here!"

Chasel was so lost in Thaddeus's charts and x-rays that he barely noticed the young nurse standing in front of him, arms full of a massive bouquet. He blinked, glancing at the clock-it was already the end of his shift.

"Oh-thanks! Just leave them on the coffee table, if you don't mind."

He flashed her a fox-like smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, fair skin

practically glowing under the fluorescent lights. Honestly, he looked better than the snow outside.

"Dr. Bright, those roses are gorgeous! Who are they for?" the nurse asked, cheeks turning pink as she stared at the bouquet and then at him.

Chasel stretched, a look of pure happiness lighting up his face. He couldn't help the blush that crept over his cheeks.

"They're for my partner. It's his birthday today."

The nurse's eyes went wide with excitement. "Oh my gosh-is it Mr. Cassius Ashbourne?!"

He grinned, not hiding a thing. "Who else would it be? He's the only one for me."

neon sign to his chest that read “Taken: By the World's Best Guy." Low-key? Not

clapped her hands together, practically vibrating with glee. "Dr. Bright, you and Mr. Ashbourne have to stay this happy

ready for weeks: a classic wristwatch, their initials engraved on the back. He ran his fingers over the velvet box,

sincerely. "We

down to the hospital's underground parking lot, heading towards his car-a sleek, red convertible he'd saved up for since

an engine shattered the

his eyes. Before he could react, a black sedan tore through the

the breath from his lungs. He tried

bouquet tumbled from his arms, white

Screeeeech!

stop less

rooted to the spot, sweat beading at his temples. He forced himself to look up as the driver's

black, broad shouldered with sharp, angular features. He had the kind of presence that made the air itself tenseup He strode toward

You look familiar..." Chasel managed,

man paused, stooped, and picked up a birthday

He read the

world may

wonder

but you're the one

remost. love you like

light-endlessly and without

-Happy Birthday, Cassius."**