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.

to look at him. He was no

But, it was okay.

that his efforts had been acknowledged. However slightly,

had let her go during their three years of

going to win her

the studio, Evadne suddenly

“Eve.”

gave you the right to call

man behind her. Her gaze was icy cold, not a hint of friendliness in sight. “You may not find it

Thaddeus‘ heart skipped a beat. He

was decisive and eloquent in business and international conferences was, at

feel like I’m on par with some cheap women, and it’s an insult to my dignity.” Evadne’s gaze was

lips tightened, and a piercing pain

faded. In

clung onto any traces

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

“That’s enough.”

only brought you here because I know you. If I

Evadne’s lonely figure, his

studio for one reason: Myra’s birthday was coming up. As she was busy during the

hairpin from the table and skillfully

watched

hair was thick, and silky,

hair often spilled onto his side

sorrow washed over him, his eyes

Evadne had been by his side, within his reach. Now, he didn’t even have the right to

“Hey.”

picked up a safety pin with her lips and bent over the dress, sewing on some decorations. “How have

Thaddeus‘ voice was

“Mm.”

man standing still in his tracks. “Aren’t you going to

You better not be fooling me,

didn’t speak up, he might be shown the door.

“Who?”

“Haron.”

face remained, yet her fingertips trembled slightly, “Haron? The internationally renowned fashion designer? What do

retirement and

about it.” Evadne cast her gaze downward, a cold huff echoing in

wanting to engage Alea for jewelry design, now wanted Haron to design his clothes. He sure has a vivid imagination, does he think

are you so sure?

a dress?” Evadne smartly retorted, avoiding

birthday is coming up: I want to get her to design a dress as a gift

a dress designed for Myra, hoping

speaker’s thoughts might be as lovely as a flower, the

birthday of the elegant Mrs. Frederic. You intend

together, his eyes brimming with