His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 569

The aroma of a home–cooked meal wafted through the air as Thaddeus swung open the front door, the lively warmth within striking a stark contrast against the chilly silence of the outside world. The sensory shock hit him with the force of a freight train, leaving him momentarily transfixed by the scene that unfolded before him.

Inside the living room, the atmosphere was abuzz with chatter and laughter. Nydia was deep in conversation with Camille, who had returned from an educational stint abroad, and Chasel lounged on the sofa. They were all cheerfully threading chopped vegetables onto skewers as if they were threading beads onto a necklace, their hands a flurry of motion.

In the kitchen, the usually reserved Cassius, donned an apron and masterfully sautéed a pan of mixed vegetables, while Aaron mixed a secret BBQ sauce with the deftness of a seasoned chef.

Arnold and Jason, both tall and handsome, stood by the table, skewering meat with a focus that was constantly interrupted by their gazes drifting towards the living room where the ladies sat. Their necks were craned so awkwardly in that direction, it was as if they’d never learned to look straight ahead.

Their eyes, like high–definition cameras, were fixed intently on the radiant beauty of Nydia and Camille.

Jason’s concern for his sweetheart was understandable, but Arnold couldn’t seem to peel his eyes away from Camille as she sat close to Chasel, their conversation bubbling over with an energetic flow that seemed never–ending.

He took a deep breath, his chest tight with an inexplicable discomfort.

“Dr. Bright, your skewers are so perfectly made! You’ve got such a knack for this,” Nydia complimented as she admired the color–coordinated, evenly spaced food Chasel had prepared, which looked as though it had been mass–produced on an assembly line.

“Really? I’m just threading them the usual way,” Chasel hummed a tune nonchalantly, sweeping another skewer onto the plate.

to their amateur attempts, Chasel’s skewers were the epitome of

mine, they’re all crooked like they’ve been trampled by a flock of chickens,” Camille muttered in frustration, her face crumpling into a pout. Her hands, which had crafted countless exquisite garments, seemed possessed by a clumsy spirit when it came to culinary pursuits.

universe doled out talents and challenges with an

appeared to be the

nearly brushing against

“Here we are,

as he vigorously tossed the pan.

say

long lashes lifted slightly, his lips parting, “The kitchen’s messy, and he likes things clean. I

the subtext and just blinked

of him to help out at all. Don’t expect

Crack!

and Chasel, couldn’t hold back his frustration and

he poked his own

men, “If you’ve got that much energy, why don’t you head out

The two fools.

why were they getting