His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1087

Thaddeus's fingers tightened around the doorframe, knuckles white, but he ignored her accusations and spoke in that same deep, steady voice.

"I just wanted to see you."

"Then tell me what are you to me now?"

Evadne's eyes burned, her breath catching with a final shred of hope. "Are you here as a friend? A lover? An ex? Or... someone who just can't let go?"

His gaze was dark, fathomless. "I don't know."

Looking at him—this man so impassive, so perfectly walled off-Evadne felt a wave of helplessness, a disappointment she couldn't put into words.

"Well, you've seen me. You can leave now."

But before she could finish, Thaddeus's tall frame surged forward, forcing the door open with more strength than she expected. The sudden movement made her stumble back with a startled gasp.

Their faces were so close now, she could feel his breath.

"Let me go..." Her heart pounded as she struggled in his arms, but the hand at her waist only held her tighter. Each movement just drew her closer, making her look less like she was resisting and more like she was melting into him.

breathing roughening. "You

he scooped her up effortlessly and strode toward the hospital bed. "You hurt your leg. Don't move around unless

as she curled against his chest-pathetic, she thought, but she couldn't help it. It was only a few steps, but part

her gently down, he hesitated, his arms tensing as if he were holding back something he couldn't name. The emptiness where she'd been

under the harsh light, something caught

of silver, glaringly bright against

a flash

hand to the spot and glaring

serious, Thaddeus held out the strand. "You're getting gray

next

late in his study, draping herself over his shoulders to ship

grays she found.

You're getting old! I swear, I just got

look up from his mountain of paperwork and

you like messing with my hair, so I keep

get gray hair because they're... you know, a little past

her into his lap, his hands wandering as his touch grew bolder, sending

tell me, sweetheart-do I seem past my