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.

him.

But, it was okay.

stay today indicated that his efforts had been acknowledged. However slightly, he would seize any

let her go during their three

going to win her

the studio, Evadne

“Eve.”

right to

man behind her. Her gaze was icy cold, not a hint of friendliness

don’t want us to be so distant.” Thaddeus‘ heart skipped a beat.

comforting people. The man who was decisive and eloquent in business and international conferences

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

piercing pain shot

realized that the hurt he had caused her hadn’t faded. In fact, it was

she clung onto any traces of their past and

you that, it has nothing to do

“That’s enough.”

overthink it. I only brought you here because I know you. If I didn’t

looked at Evadne’s lonely figure,

As she was busy during the

the table and skillfully tied her silky

gaze softened as he watched her. His fingertips

hair was thick, and silky, inviting him to

honeymoon. Evadne wasn’t a quiet sleeper, and her hair often spilled onto his side of the bed. Fearing that he would tug on her hair, he had carefully combed them

sorrow washed over him, his eyes

side, within his reach. Now, he didn’t even have the

“Hey.”

and bent over the dress, sewing on some decorations. “How have you been

good.” Thaddeus‘ voice was low

“Mm.”

she glanced at the man standing still in his tracks.

You better not be fooling me,

he didn’t speak up, he might be shown the door. Hastily, he began, “Actually, I came to find Ms. Camille, to

“Who?”

“Haron.”

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

ask her to come out of retirement and design a

cast her gaze downward, a cold huff echoing in her

his clothes. He sure has a vivid imagination, does he think the world revolves around

frowned slightly; “How are you so sure?

you want her to design a dress?”

I want to get her to design a

plans of getting a dress designed for Myra, hoping to surprise

lovely

elegant Mrs. Frederic. You

together, his eyes