His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 277

Thaddeus‘ heart pounded furiously, his gaze on Evadne softer than it had ever been before.

Yet her sharp words, laced with coldness, pierced through his heart like an icy blade. His gaze became blurry as he stared into her eyes filled with deep affection. “Master!”

Camille’s face was a mask of confusion upon seeing Evadne. She had a million questions swirling in her mind, yet she found herself unable to voice any of them. “Thaddeus, why are you here?” Evadne asked with a detached tone.

Seeing the lack of any affection in her demeanor, as if their shared past and near–death experience meant nothing, Thaddeus‘ heart sank. Nevertheless, he replied sincerely, “I came to see you.”

“Cut the crap. Do you even believe your own words?” A mocking smile formed on Evadne’s lips, completely disregarding Thaddeus.

Thaddeus was speechless.

“That’s enough. You’ve seen her, now leave.” Camille, clearly annoyed, ordered him away.

She was disgusted by this man, who had been entangled with a gold–digging woman before. Now that the gold–digger was out of the picture, he was attempting to make a comeback. His presence alone felt like a stain on their place.

“I’m not leaving.” Thaddeus‘ eyes were determined.

“Do you want me to beat you out with a baseball bat?” Camille was usually an ice queen in public, but when it came to defending her loved ones, her fiery temper flared up.

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“Eve.”

Evadne’s heart clenched as she locked eyes with him.

Ignoring Camille, Thaddeus only had eyes for Evadne, “I have something to say to you.”

Was he calling her?

During their three years of marriage, he had always called her by her full name, sometimes even skipping the name entirely and going straight to the point. Gordon was stunned, but he was happy for Thaddeus!

Finally, his boss had a change of heart!

“Hey, watch your mouth. You’re divorced now and my master clearly doesn’t want to interact with you. You should call her Ms. Evadne.”

“Say what you need to say.”

Evadne coldly gave the order and turned to leave.

Thaddeus felt as if he had been blessed by the heavens. Despite trying to keep his emotions in check, he couldn’t hide his delight; He followed her without a second thought.

Gordon was grinning from ear to ear. He enjoyed watching Thaddeus making an effort to win his wife back.

Seeing that she couldn’t stop him, Camille could only vent her frustration on Gordon, shooting him a death glare. “Wait outside. No one related to Thaddeus is allowed in!”

Thaddeus quickly caught up with Evadne.

at him. He was no longer the center

But, it was okay.

his efforts had been acknowledged. However slightly, he would seize any opportunity, no matter

go during their three years of

was going

door to the studio, Evadne suddenly halted but didn’t turn

“Eve.”

you the right to

icy cold, not a hint of friendliness

heart skipped a beat. He

at comforting people. The man who was decisive and eloquent in business and international conferences was, at this moment, at a loss

on par with some cheap women,

lips tightened, and a piercing pain

caused her hadn’t faded. In fact, it was as deep–seated

wasn’t considering forgiving him. Instead, she clung onto any traces

I call you that, it has nothing to do with anyone else.”

“That’s enough.”

If I didn’t let you do

lonely figure, his expression turning

was busy during the day, she only had time to work on the dress in the evening. She had

up a jade hairpin from the table and

watched her. His

thick, and silky, inviting him to

nights they had spent together during their honeymoon. Evadne wasn’t a quiet sleeper, and her hair often spilled onto his

wave of sorrow washed over him,

then, Evadne had been by his side, within his reach. Now, he didn’t

“Hey.”

and bent over the dress, sewing on

Thaddeus‘ voice was low

“Mm.”

standing still in his tracks. “Aren’t you

got your tongue? You better not be fooling me, I hope you actually have something

in his chest, sensing that if he didn’t speak up, he might be shown the door. Hastily, he began, “Actually, I came to find Ms. Camille,

“Who?”

“Haron.”

her fingertips trembled slightly, “Haron? The internationally renowned fashion designer? What do you want with her?”

retirement and

her gaze downward, a cold huff echoing in

design, now wanted Haron to design his clothes. He sure has a vivid imagination, does he think the world revolves around him? Does he

you

a

coming up: I want to get her to design a dress

getting a dress designed for Myra, hoping to

thoughts might be as lovely

of the elegant Mrs. Frederic. You intend to make use of this opportunity to impress

brows knitted together,