His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 471

Chapter 471

Ever since the day Nydia asked for a break, Jason had been on a relentless quest to find her.

His calls were incessant, the madness undeniable. Night after night, he kept vigil outside her Silverlake Harbor residence, each time leaving more disheartened than the last.

His lovesick demeanor was no less dramatic than when Thaddeus had fervently pursued Evadne.

Nydia dared not step outside, locking herself in her room, neglecting her meals, growing thinner by the day, her pillows soaked with tears.

Whenever she missed Jason, she’d stealthily peer out the window at the end of the hallway, drawing back the curtains just a smidge.

And whenever she yearned for him, he was there.

His figure stood against the wind, tall and resolute, his gaze burning with unwavering intensity toward her room.

Even the slightest thought of him sent waves of pain coursing through her, a constant heartache that felt as if it were cleaving her soul.

She felt she had let down Jason, her guilt immense. But who could tell her how to have the best of both worlds?

In the end, she was selfish too.

Caught between Jason and her family, she ultimately chose the latter.-

Nydia stared blankly at her phone when Byron, curious, craned his neck for a glimpse.

His expression clouded at the sight, but he forced a dry laugh, choosing retreat over confrontation, “Ms. Nydia, if you have urgent matters to attend to, I’ll leave you be. Go on with your business.”

“No, it’s nothing. Nydia steeled herself and hung up.

Fearing another call from Jason, she decisively shut off her phone.

It was time to be firm.

Better a sharp pain now than to raise his hopes sky–high, only to shatter them completely later on. It was kinder to break his heart. cleanly than to leave it in pieces.

Byron’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his voice trembling. “Then, may I sit here?”

Nydia nodded slightly, moving aside to maintain distance.

Byron staggered forward, his uneven gait betraying him as he lurched forward!

“Whoa! Careful there!” Nydia instinctively reached out to steady him.

Her innate kindness didn’t allow her to think twice.

an old lady cross the street, so how could she ignore someone about

the opportunity to clutch Nydia’s arm, the warmth of her skin sending his heart into

caught his breath, looking at her with gratitude, Thank you, Ms. Nydia.”

Jeff were having a

look over there? Jeff exclaimed, patting Emeric

glanced lazily, noting Nydia and Byron chatting amicably, his brows knitting

is getting

Now with our families uniting, if Nydia married Avery, it’d be awkward for both, and unfair to Nydia. Byron has mentioned to me more than once how much he likes Nydia. It’s rare for him to talk about fancying any girl in

Emeric’s disinterest,

Nydia was not repulsed by him, he exhausts

Nydia remained aloof, uninterested in his attempts at humor, and Byron’s efforts were like fireworks against a

hot and

daughter of a mistress; if it weren’t for

she have to

watching their lackluster progress, fretted for

was time for some

are you of

secretary hurried over, halted by Bertha’s call, “Where to in such a rush?

a small issue,” the secretary hedged

it. You’re not treating me like a

former secretary of the

glint crossed

Isn’t he Mr. Thaddeus’s rival? His timing seems intended to disrupt Mr. Thaddeus’s plans. I figured I’d better warn Mr. Thaddeus quickly. Right now, that man can’t enter without an invitation, but if Ms. Evadne finds out, she’ll surely help him. That would put Mr. Thaddeus in a rather awkward spot, wouldn’t it?

cons.

disturb my brother

wish,

departed, Bertha’s mind raced, and she texted

door. I’m going to chase him off for you.

always wanted that ruby–encrusted necklace? Consider

you so much!]

since the man has come to us, the Chambers family’s

her fingers curling into an “ok” sign

mansion blazed with light, a stark contrast to the desolate chill outside.

of the phone shutting off. The festive glow that surrounded him felt

he was left to stand outside, a silent sentinel.

out to the young mistress, ask her to let him in. But this was personal,

the words.

bobbing as he swallowed down a cocktail of inferiority

really out of his

he loved was inside, and his

status was like a fortress wall, denying him even the slightest

well, well, who do we have here? You look familiar,” a mocking, sharp

snapped up.

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