His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 556

“Mrs. Abernathy’s got a thing for you?!” Gordon’s eyes bulged, like his inner gossip–monger was ablaze with curiosity.

Thaddeus’s brows furrowed, as he poured himself another glass of the rich and aromatic wine. But as he took a sip, the expected sweetness was replaced by a bitterness that seemed to slash at his throat.

“It’s a shame we can’t get a do–over in life, I can’t be the man who fell for Evadne first. That’ll be my lifelong regret.”

But there was one regret that outshone the rest

He was the reason Evadne lost the child she wanted more than anything, and lost the chance to be a mother.

Thad took a labored breath, as if the air he sucked into his lungs turned into icy blades, “I’ll do everything in my power to make her happy, but I just don’t know if I can do it well enough.”

Happiness is such an abstract thing; it only counts if the person himself or herself feels content, after all.

“Mr. Abernathy, you truly are the most deeply devoted man I’ve ever met. You and Mrs. Abernathy are the kindest souls,” Gordon said, while picturing Beverly’s eyes that were always on the verge of tears, and stirred a pang of sympathy each time he saw her. “More than her happiness, I hope you two can heal each other’s souls. And I hope you can taste happiness too.”

After all, Thaddeus, before falling in love with Mrs. Abernathy, was a man with nothing but wealth.

Weary in body and soul, he was barren in spirit.

It was Mrs. Abernathy who made his desert–like heart bloom with the most brilliant roses.

Thad thought of Evadne made him couldn’t help but smile, “Don’t worry about me, I’m already very happy. Being by Evadne’s side and making her happy are my greatest joy.”

He cleared his throat, “Enough about me, let’s talk about you. Have you really fallen for Ms. Higgins?”

“Uh, I think, I might be smitten.”

Gordon’s chest tightened, as he laughed bitterly, “Today’s Ms. Higgins‘ birthday, so I brought her gifts and flowers.”

Thad raised an eyebrow.

His assistant Gordon had harbored a crush since college, but his goddess married and had kids with his senior, but here he was, yet to tie the knot himself.

This was his first real attempt at wooing a girl, and what an ill–matched pursuit it was.

“She took the flowers, but not the gift nor my affections,” Gordon’s hands trembled as he gripped his glass, his heart aching, “Mr. Abernathy, am I just lousy? When I first visited Ms. Higgins, I looked down on where she lived; I was prejudiced, thinking that any girl working there must be vain. How could I think like that? What do I have, and what am I to be proud of.”

He choked up with emotion, struggling to speak, “She’s right not to accept me. I was too lousy.”

Thad was taken aback!

He understood Gordon’s feelings, but never had he realized they had grown so fervent that he would actually confess to Beverly!

of the courage to love someone, he himself once paled

he was, presumptuously trying to influence

he

always been an excellent assistant. I wouldn’t be where

with gratitude, “Mr. Abernathy,

man.

she’s of age. For now, support her quietly, but don’t disrupt her studies. I believe a part of her refusal is due to this reason. Students should focus on their education.”

It won’t happen again,” Gordon stood up, bowing apologetically.

emotions; you’ve done nothing wrong. Just make sure when you find the

turned, “The gift you gave Ms. Higgins wasn’t some tacky luxury item, was it? Lacking

twinge of embarrassment;

home, Marilla was a bit sulky, quieter

desire in his eyes was fiery as

interlocked, and sweat

insatiable that

lavished affection on her lips, waist, chest, until she

close, they both soared into ecstasy, and he felt like she was

into Jareth’s arms, not even caring that they were still connected, with her eyelids fighting to stay

do you want from hubby, hmm?” Jareth whispered, his voice thick with desire.

half–asleep, murmured, “I want that

instantly, and his heartbeat

regretful for not getting

“Marilla.”

his voice a mix of accusation and desire. “What’s it gonna be,

“huh” was more oppressive than before, his

what’s wrong with you?”

a hoarse voice, with a sense of resentment thick

and felt her

all I want.

heart momentarily settled, but he wasn’t about to let her off that easily.

from other men. You can only have what I give you. You can only look at me, and only

he loved

the depth of his love, he wouldn’t have turned into this jealous man,

for mercy in the deep of the

for a near–half–hour cold shower, not bothering

dressed neatly, arrived at the bedroom

can I

out that pastry shop

shop is a family heirloom, nearly a century old. I doubt they’ll agree

if my wife craves it, they need to deliver it to me on demand! If

the door closed behind

dumbstruck for a moment before a resigned chuckle escaped her

it seems, can only be quenched with power.