His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 553

Jack’s victory in the Byron case was a triumph indeed.

Though both Evadne and Thaddeus came from wealthy dynasties and possessed extraordinary talents, life was no fairy tale. With the deep–rooted Chambers Corporation throwing obstacles in their path, it took considerable effort and time to topple the domineering Bertha and cunning Byron.

But the outcome was worth celebrating, and all that hard work had paid off.

They were in high spirits tonight, giving their housekeeper Alva the evening off to whip up a celebratory dinner themselves. “Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy, you’re too kind, giving me days off left and right and paying me so generously. I’m feeling a bit guilty like I’m making money in my sleep.”

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Alva chuckled from the kitchen doorway, admiring Thaddeus‘ impressive knife skills as he prepped vegetables beside Evadne, “Gosh, Mr. Abernathy, you’re so good at cooking. Yo used to be all thumbs around the house, and now look at you, slicing and dicing like a pro.”

“All thanks to Evadne’s fine training.” Thaddeus replied, his attention divided between the vegetables and Evadne. His eyes sparkled with adoration.

“Hey, Thad, how many times do I have to tell you to focus when you’re chopping?” Evadne teased, her focus never wavering from the sizzling pan, “You want to give your fingers a taste of the chopping board?”

Thaddeus pressed his lips together, pulling his gaze away from Evadne’s stern yet striking profile to concentrate on his cutting board.

Alva held back a giggle.

Thaddeus was truly tamed only by Evadne.

“Alva, we were thinking of keeping you for dinner, but since you’ve got plans with your girlfriends, we wouldn’t want to keep you from a fun night out,” Evadne said, turning to smile brightly at Alva, “Have a blast.”

“Will do, Mrs. Abernathy!”

With a bounce in her step, Alva left for her evening plans.

“Have you seen Gordon today?” Evadne mused as she plated the dishes, a puzzled expression crossing her face, “Wasn’t he supposed to join us for dinner to celebrate?”

“He’s been out not just today but almost every evening this past week,” Thaddeus said, helping her with the dishes. A smile tugged at his lips, “Ever since Ms. Higgins cleared your name at the precinct, Gordon hasn’t stopped talking about it. I appreciate her help, of course, but if I have to listen to him one more time, I think I’ll go mad.”

“I see,” Evadne chuckled, deciding not to delve further.

“I’ll call him to come back.”

Just as Thaddeus reached for his phone, Evadne stopped him, “No need. I know where he’s been sneaking off to. Let him be.”

Thaddeus asked, “Where’s he been going?”

Higgins family building, his left hand holding a bouquet of flowers, his right a tastefully wrapped gift. He gazed up at the small, bright window, his heart heavy with hesitation and the

mother had just finished a cozy homemade dinner, complete with a cute birthday cake. It was Beverly’s birthday and, with Byron finally brought to justice, she couldn’t have asked for a better

was a knock at

the hospital. How are you

seriousness, “I saw a man in a suit loitering around downstairs,

in a suit?” Beverly’s delicate features

last time. It’s him. Always up to

heart lurched, and she

defeated by his own timidity, was about to leave when a sweet,

with a pencil and dressed in a bunny–themed

a beat, the gloom lifting from his face

“Happy Birthday!”

flowers, recognizing the gift as too extravagant

gift,” she said gently, “I know you’re doing this because I helped, well, because of Ms. Evadne. What I did was nothing, especially compared to how kind she and Mr. Abernathy have

Beverly’s voice wavered, and tears began to well up in

eyes brimming with tears as he pulled her into his embrace. His once empty heart was suddenly filled to the brim

against each other, nearly

to him with flushed cheeks, melting his heart

I’ve done has nothing to do with Mr. Abernathy or Mrs.

hold her tighter with a resolve not to let go, “Everything I’ve done was for you. Ms. Higgins, I missed you, so I came to see

was set with fine food and wine, and

as vibrant

her arm around Marilla, chatting with Jason, the sweet couple in the living

Bright, but when she called, Cassius

Chasel’s seductive whisper, “Cassius, my back aches,

“Lie down.”

images that needed to be censored. So Cassius really

avoiding being the

to join in, leaving him to mingle with

entering the dining room and seeing Thaddeus with rolled–up sleeves and an apron tied around his waist, Jareth couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Thaddeus, have you turned into the domestic god? Evolved, have you? Not only in bed but

wiping

I? I’ve got a Michelin–star chef at home. Why would I bother with this?”

Jareth was very fond of Marilla. “If the sky falls, your diamond–hard mouth will hold it up,” Thaddeus

exciting,” Jareth nudged him, his eyes

guarantee she’d want you right then and

cheeks flushed, his voice husky with

room, it

is for

of admiration, “You and Evadne, both