His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 592

In a moment, Jareth felt as if he had been shot through the heart, a sharp pain that made his tall frame shudder.

“In the Abernathy family, Marilla had no sense of self and lived a joyless existence. Now, she’s the woman you keep by your side, living life to your plans, to your tastes, too compliant for her own good. That’s not necessarily a good thing.”

Thaddeus sipped his whiskey, eyes downcast, “You two should take a break, cool off for a few days. It’s also a chance to think about where this relationship is headed and how to proceed.”

“Thaddeus. Are you even listening to yourself?”

Jareth’s palms slammed down on the table, making the liquid in the decanter ripple. His eyes were more bloodshot than the red wine within, “When you were chasing Evadne, at your lowest and most helpless, I never let you give up! And now, you won’t even help me find a way out. You’re actually suggesting I throw in the towel? After all this time, in your eyes and your wife’s, I’m just some irresponsible jerk who leaves chaos in his wake! You never really wanted Marilla and me to work out. From the start, you never truly intended to let her be with me! All my friendship with you was for nothing!”

Thaddeus’s brow furrowed deeply, “Jareth, you’re being too one–sided.”

“If it were Evadne, and I asked you to leave her, to step back, to give up on her. Thaddeus, could you do it? Answer me, could you?”

Jareth’s bitter laugh was filled with pain, “You couldn’t, could you? Without Evadne, you’d rather be dead, right? Well, guess what, I feel the same about Marilla. What’s the point of living without her? When you talk about reconsidering this relationship, about taking Marilla away, you might as well be killing me. It’s not just murder. It’s scattering my ashes to the wind!”

“Evadne, and Marilla are different. How much can Marilla take? Even the slightest shock, and her world might crumble!”

Thaddeus’s gaze was dark and troubled, his concern like that of a father vetting his daughter’s suitor, “What the average person can endure, she cannot. If you love her, you need courage, resolve, and patience far beyond the ordinary. But today, your actions show a clear lack of patience, or you wouldn’t be handling things with such force!”

Jareth felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him.

wrong, and

a crisp voice rang out, “What in the world are you yelling about at

Evadne, hand on hip, standing at

awake, though a bit

on her face, Evadne glanced at Jareth’s

upstairs, grateful

her weariness as she sighed softly.

with tenderness, reached out to hold her delicate hand, pulling her

her lower back, “You must be exhausted.

Evadne’s voice was light

barely manage more than a

her effortlessly onto his lap, leaning in to k*ss her softly on the lips, his voice gentle, “If

muscles are all tense,

complained, yet comfortably nestled against his chest, “They really worry me

really okay to let Marilla and Jareth be alone right now, after their fight?” Thaddeus asked in a low,

him go in and properly charm her. It takes the bell ringer to undo

nodded thoughtfully, his fingers gently stroking the strands of hair by her cheek, “Yeah, that’s

as the CEO of Fairhaven Group and bring him onto the

flickered, but he remained

Don’t you approve of this

care of Marilla, so I wanted to intimidate him a bit. They’re in love. How could I stand in the way

disapprove, I just feel helpless as Jareth’s best friend. I can’t

etched into his features, “His proposal will inevitably lead to a meeting with Frederic. Given my current standing with that man, and

your good friend’s marriage?” Evadne’s bright eyes twinkled.

think; it’s a

mirthlessly, “I have no hope for Frederic’s

to seal the

At that party at William and his son’s, in front of all those Elmsworth bigwigs, Jareth made a fool out of Frederic. If he agrees to give his daughter to Jareth after that, he’ll feel like the laughingstock of the whole Elmsworth.

he gave her waist a rewarding squeeze, “Evadne, you’re brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that? Grandpa’s fond of Jareth, treats him almost like his own grandson. With Grandpa stepping in,

the room, he found Marilla weakly leaning against the

swept over him, nearly drowning him, making even

bowl of soup, trying to coax the mistress to take a sip, but no matter how much she pleaded,

“Marilla.”

her eyes tight and

by the bed, as if a boulder had struck his heaving chest, tears of regret

he had done!

a little more patient, if he had considered her feelings a bit