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

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

universe doled out talents and challenges with

who appeared to be the universe’s darling,

almost sitting shoulder to shoulder with Camille, his head nearly brushing against Nydia’s as they both

kind of modern–day Casanova?” Aaron whispered to Cassius as he stirred the sauce, “Here we are, slaving away, and Chasel is outside tending the grill. How can he just sit there chatting up a storm without

he

say something,

long lashes lifted slightly, his lips parting, “The kitchen’s messy, and he likes things clean. I didn’t

his straightforward thinking, couldn’t catch the subtext and just blinked in confusion,

he’s a guest of Evadne’s. It’s nice of him to help out at all. Don’t expect

Crack!

couldn’t hold back his frustration and snapped a skewer in half. “Ouch,

was so distracted that he poked his own

back of his head, addressing the two lovesick men, “If you’ve got that much energy, why don’t you head out to the balcony and help Elvis with the fire? You’re sure to get it lit in no

The two fools.

were they