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

But, it was okay.

had been acknowledged. However slightly, he would seize

had let her go during their three years of

was going

door to the studio, Evadne

“Eve.”

the right to

gaze was icy cold, not a hint of friendliness in sight.

so distant.” Thaddeus‘ heart

wasn’t good at comforting people. The man who was decisive and eloquent in business and international conferences was, at

I’m on par with some

lips tightened, and a piercing pain shot through

realized that the hurt he had caused her hadn’t faded. In fact, it was as deep–seated as when

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

it has nothing to do

“That’s enough.”

you. If I didn’t let you do what you came here

at Evadne’s lonely figure,

studio for one reason: Myra’s birthday was coming up. As she was busy during the day, she only had time to work on

a jade hairpin from the table and skillfully

as he watched her. His fingertips twitched

thick, and

often spilled onto his side

of sorrow washed over him, his eyes

reach. Now, he didn’t even have the right

“Hey.”

safety pin with her lips and bent over the dress, sewing on some decorations. “How have you been feeling

voice was low and

“Mm.”

as she glanced at the man standing still in his tracks. “Aren’t you going to

be fooling me,

might be shown the door. Hastily, he began, “Actually, I came to find

“Who?”

“Haron.”

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

retirement and design a dress for me.” Thaddeus stated

Evadne cast her gaze downward, a cold huff echoing in

now wanted Haron to design his clothes. He sure has a vivid

slightly; “How are you so sure? Do you know

to design a

is coming up: I want to get her to design a dress as a gift for them.” Thaddeus explained with a hint of

a dress designed for Myra, hoping

be as lovely as a flower, the

out a teasing chuckle, “Oh, yes, I nearly forgot. This weekend happens to be the birthday of the elegant Mrs. Frederic. You intend to make use of this opportunity to

Thaddeus’s brows knitted together, his eyes brimming with