Chapter 498

Evadne had always longed to hear those sweet nothings, which once seemed as elusive as dreams.

But now, Thaddeus was like a clingy talk show host, chattering away night and day into her ear until she almost grew tired of it.

Yet, each time he drew near, touched her, kissed her, her mind lit up like Fourth of July fireworks, and she found herself helplessly enraptured, letting him tease and seduce her.

Love, after all, wasn’t about what she said.

It was about her reactions: whether her cheeks flushed, her heart raced, or her body betrayed her will.

Breath slightly disheveled from his kisses, Evadne playfully wound her fingers around his tie, “Thaddeus, you used to be so serious. Now, you’re like some… some…”

She hesitated, deciding the comparison she had in mind was too crass to voice. Even if it was true, some modesty should be preserved.

Thaddeus, breathing heavily, desperation and desire pooling in his eyes, stroked her neck, their foreheads touching.

“Evadne, I’m your hound,” he confessed.

Her heart skipped, cheeks flushed like a rosy dawn, her fingertip poking his firm chest, “Stop it, you. Insulting yourself is like insulting me.”

He swallowed hard, biting her tender, blushing lip, “Today, luckily, we’ve got an SUV. It’s spacious enough for us to play.”

“I came for revenge, not to mess around in a car!”

Evadne’s cheeks burned, and she flicked his forehead, quickly changing the subject. “Speaking of which, where’s the Fairhaven clan today? Jareth is practically a CEO. Wouldn’t he want to horn in on this occasion? Can’t stand to let the Chambers family steal the spotlight?”

“The Fairhavens are still cleaning up the mess Edith left behind. They’ve been under scrutiny, and they’re afraid showing up now might stir controversy.”

“Smart of them,” she scoffed.

Thaddeus leaned in, his nose tickling her cheek, “Jareth also said he hates these kind of do’s. Would rather be home cuddling with his sweet wife.”

“You’ve been cuddling me for days, leaving me all sticky and uncomfortable every morning,” Evadne complained as she wriggled out from his lap, “We’re sleeping in separate beds tonight!”

He watched her move away, lamenting, “Don’t be so cruel, Evadne.”

Then a knock at the door.

Evadne lowered the window to see Gordon’s face.

“Mr. Thaddeus, Mrs. Abernathy, everything’s set inside.”

“Thanks, Mr. Gordon,” she replied with a nod, but added a stern reminder, “Be vigilant. Today’s event is crucial. The Abernathy family isn’t here. If you’re spotted by the Chambers family, they’ll suspect something. It could hinder our plans.”

“Don’t worry, Evadne.”

her waist, “I have my people inside,

dancing across the keyboard, green code cascading

partner’s skills, yet he couldn’t help but admire her, feeling both

“Okay, all set.”

key, stretching her fingers, “Let’s just wait for

massaged her hand, ready to support her

atmosphere was tense, filled with

giving a speech.

and business delegates sat at the forefront, while spouses like Bertha were

had clout. But in the political arena, it was a man’s world. She was just Edgar’s wife, without

she who had pushed her husband to his current heights. Without the Chambers family’s influence, her father’s support, her careful curating, Edgar would never

haughty pride, imagining the day she’d sit at the front like

her, whispers spread like wildfire.

and mighty. You’d think she

hubbub, and she acts as if Edgar’s victory is

Gardner like a rat pilfering grain.

all over him. If they get power, Elmsworth’s folks will suffer!”

just sour grapes, envious of her noble

speech, the hall erupted

onto the stage with a commanding presence, his voice booming through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Congressman Edgar Gardner, who will unfold Elmsworth’s three–year business blueprint

spotlight and a wave of applause, strode

was on the verge of standing to clap, her heart swelling with pride. She wanted the world to know that the man of the

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microphone. “I am thrilled to share with you the exciting

big screen, and in a heartbeat, his composure shattered.

if a thunderstorm

a handwritten ledger appeared on

bribes he had accepted – dates,

swayed, his mind

face drained of color, her world spun in a

murmurs below surged into a tide

look like the project

a ledger? Like

name, right there! Isn’t that his dirty

shifted again. Now it cycled through a series of secretly taken photographs: Edgar entering exclusive clubs, accepting

media went into a frenzy.

This is some serious expose!”

and released it now, they’re out to ruin

They’re political rivals in the upcoming election, after all.”

of reach? Whoever’s

captured Edgar’s every tremble and shiver on stage. Reporters, unsatisfied with mere snapshots, rushed the platform, aiming their mics and cameras

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