His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1089

"No, absolutely not!"

Elsie's voice trembled with urgency. "This man-Sir-is dangerous, Evadne. Even Avery says that after all these years working for him, he's only glimpsed a fraction of Sir's true strength. There might be even greater powers backing him from the shadows!

And think about it-Mr. Thaddeus can't protect you like he once did. If Chad has his eyes on you, he'll pounce at your weakest moment. Isn't that just going to make things between you and Thaddeus even harder to mend?"

The words hit Evadne like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and aching inside.

"Evadne... I know you're brave, and I know you're the hero among us girls-hell, you could put plenty of men to shame. But you're not invincible. Some things are just too much for you alone. You need someone to watch your back, too!

I'm not some noble soul-I just want the people I love, my friends, to be safe and well. That's all. Sometimes, Evadne, you've got to let yourself be a little selfish."

"I've always looked out for myself," Evadne replied, her words hollow even to her own ears. She tilted her head back, blinking hard to keep the tears from spilling over. "This is just me going back to how things used to be returning what was never mine to begin with. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll get used to it, eventually."

"And if Sir really is Chad, then Thaddeus staying away from me is for the best. I don't want him getting hurt because of me-not again."

a soft, helpless

now on, stay in Skyrim. Don't show your face in Elmsworth unless you absolutely have to. I'll talk to Elvis and

Chad isn't Sir, then fine. But if he is, and he realizes you've recognized

to reassure her, "Sir only ever saw the old me-before the surgery. And even then, we barely met. He shouldn't know who I

fierce. "It doesn't matter. Better safe than sorry-promise me

strode through the parking lot, his steps quick and unsteady The moment he climbed into his car an icy chill swept over

pierced his skull.

the steering wheel,

and again, desperate for

more second,

his sweat-slicked palm-Gordon's name flashing on the

vision swimming, darkness closing in around

Was it that kiss? Had it done this