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!

terms of the courage to love someone, he

presumptuously trying

was he to

you’ve always been an excellent

heart skipped, his eyes shining with gratitude,

good man. Don’t sell yourself

was deep and paternal, “If you truly care for Ms. Higgins, go for it. But not now. You have to wait until she’s of age. For now, support her quietly, but don’t disrupt her studies. I believe a part of her

I just got carried away tonight. It

when you

Higgins wasn’t some tacky luxury item, was it? Lacking creativity, sincerity, and

embarrassment; what

the way home, Marilla was a bit sulky, quieter

could hardly contain himself; the desire in his eyes was fiery as his muscular hand slipped

entwined, fingers interlocked,

was insatiable

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

sitting up and pulling her close, they both soared into ecstasy, and he felt like she was a

that they were still connected, with her eyelids fighting to stay

so good. What reward do you want from hubby,

half–asleep, murmured, “I want

instantly, and his heartbeat skipped,

I want a bite.” She was still regretful for not getting her treat earlier, and her stomach was growling with longing.

“Marilla.”

were blazing as he pinned her down once more, his voice a mix of accusation and desire. “What’s it gonna be, huh?

than before, his possessiveness sending shivers down

what’s wrong

demanded in a hoarse voice, with a

little rabbit thumping inside her chest, and felt her drowsiness evaporating. “Um, I just want the

I

wasn’t about to let her off that easily. His demanding kiss nearly robbed her

give you. You can only look at me, and only want me.” Jareth’s voice trailed off,

he loved

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

pleaded for mercy in the deep of the night

for a near–half–hour cold shower, not bothering to dry off before wrapping himself in a robe and

dressed neatly, arrived at the bedroom door.

what can I do

out that pastry shop Marilla loves!” Jareth clenched his fists, his voice

that shop is a family heirloom, nearly a century

wife craves it, they need to deliver it to

bang, the door closed

stood dumbstruck for a moment before a resigned chuckle

seems, can only be quenched with