His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1042

Cassius?

About...Cassius? The things he could never possibly know?

Every word was like a seductive poppy, blooming wildly, making his head spin, addicting, impossible to resist.

And all because he loved him. Loved him so deeply it was almost pathetic.

And that love—it was the easiest way for the other man to hurt him.

"How long will this take? I need to get home. It's my partner's birthday." Chasel finally relented, his voice flat but tense.

"Not long."

The other man's eyes, shadowed and unreadable, flicked sideways as he gestured with a single hand, "Come on. My car's this way."

A black sedan tore through the winter night, headlights slicing through the darkness, neon signs and Christmas lights blurring past the windows.

Chasel sat in the passenger seat, clutching a bouquet of white roses. His gaze flickered nervously to the passing city, uncertainty written all over his face.

The man behind the wheel kept stealing glances at him-a face that was almost too handsome for a guy, striking, impossible to ignore.

"What's your name?" Chasel pressed again, frustrated by how little he knew about this stranger.

Not knowing anything about him made Chasel feel exposed, unsafe.

The man's gaze lingered, then he looked back at the road, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel. "Ian."

How do you

him, kept his eyes forward, refusing to

stopped in front of a run-down house. The place looked abandoned-yard overgrown, paint peeling- but Chasel could tell,

with a faded charm he found

and opening the passenger door for him. Chasel hesitated. Maybe he should've bailed earlier. But now,

followed, curiosity edging out his nerves. "What is this

stopped, turning to look at him, voice cold.

mean... this place is Cassius's?

shoved open the heavy front door.

stick of furniture was shrouded in white sheets. The air was chilly, heavy with dust and memories; the whole

neat freak, but here, the dust didn't bother him. Instead,

the walls.

room that turned out to be a

Cassius

a similar setup in their own

leather couch, wrapped in a blanket, Chasel tucked against Cassius's chest as they watched old

romantic comedies.

room was

tell me?" Chasel's patience was ragged. He checked his watch. "If you've got something to say, say

crooked, unsettling smile. "Dr. Bright,

have a rare film here.

hit a switch. The screen flared to life, bathing Chasel's

the

Cassius's. Chasel recognized

he didn't know, but the tone was gentle, warm,