His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 681

In Elmsworth, the long–absent Marilla finally managed to secure a spot as an audit student at the prestigious Elmsworth Academy of Fine Arts, thanks to the strings pulled by Jareth.

Already a week into her new life, Marilla sat quietly at the back of the classroom, shielded by a large canvas. Despite her attempts to remain inconspicuous, her striking beauty didn’t escape the attention of the boys in class. Their necks craned so often towards her that one might worry about their spines by the end of the lesson.

But Manilla was focused solely on her art, her pencil dancing across the paper, oblivious to the fact that she was the wolf den’s newest interest.

She treasured this opportunity to lears, an opportunity Jareth had fought hard to give her. She intended to absorb every lesson like a sponge, not daring to let her mind wander even for a second.

As the afternoon class ended, Marilla began to pack her art supplies. A group of the lads nudged one particularly handsome boy towards her Mustering courage, he awkwardly approached the last row where Marilla sat.

“Mrs. Fairhaven, sorry for the delay. I got tied up with a phone call,” Lily, as swift as a gust of wind, arrived beside Marilla, deftly gathering her art supplies and gently guiding her by the waist.

Lily’s icy gaze swept over the boys, her steely eyes enough to petrify them where they stood. While Marilla was a beauty, Lily was a force to be reckoned with!

“What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to hit on a married woman?”

Married woman?!

The boys stood dumbfounded, their hearts sinking at the thought that such a flower was already plucked from the garden.

“Our lady is married, gentlemen. Lay eyes on her again, and you’ll be slapped with harassment charges,” Lily warned, though originally she intended to say “you’ll lose your eyes“; yet considering they were Marilla’s classmates, she softened her words, skipping the bloody scene she might have created.

As they left the classroom, Marilla’s cheeks were flushed, and she shyly lowered her gaze.

to attend to today, hence my tardiness. From now on, I’ll wait for you by the back entrance when you’re in class, Lily was

protective, his eyes reddened with worry as he watched over her.

yet,” Marilla’s lashes fluttered, remembering Lily’s earlier proclamation that she was Mr. Fairhaven before her fellow students. Even

planning your engagement in secret. Next month, he plans to attend a royal auction in Aetheria. There’s a diamond

need Jareth to spend so much. Knowing he cares for me, that’s enough,” Marilla gently tugged at Lily’s sleeve,

stars from the sky if he could, just to stud them in your ring. You deserve that and more.” Lily chuckled, “And honestly, you needn’t save his money. With nothing but you and his wealth, splurging is one of his few pleasures. Indulge him

Lily received Jareth’s message. Once reading it, she sighed

not coming home for dinner again tonight?” Marilla, attuned to Lily’s

Fairhaven. There’s a board meeting. He’s a bit

bear tighter, her eyes clear of any disappointment, and she smiled understandingly, “I’ll just wait for him at home. Before, my brother was also busy, rarely home. My sister–in–law would wait up for

of past hardships and the relief that Marilla’s

Ms. Ashbourne’s persistence and Mr. Abernathy eventually realizing where his heart belonged, the couple had

doesn’t make much sense for me to rush back either.” Marilla’s eyes sparkled with a new

you saying?” Lily was

she was with Mr. Fairhaven, she’d never eaten in

and always find an excuse to stay home. But now, with integrating herself in the society, Marilla seemed to have changed her mentality. She spoke more, smiled more, and her timid nature was fading. Seeing how noticeable the change was, Lily was

overheard some classmates mention a new place, a hot pot restaurant that’s supposed to be amazing. Let’s try it out, shall we? You’ve been with me all week and still have to cook dinner. You’ve done a lot. Let’s take the night off. I can afford it; it’s

tearfully, “Okay, thank you, Mrs. Fairhaven.”

was empty as classes had ended for the day. Marilla tied her raven hair into a loose bun with a pencil and, with focused determination, began to

snapping a photo of her picture–perfect silhouette and sent it to Jareth. The man

hasn’t the class been over yet? Does the academy want to make my wife fagged? Do they not want the donation for the new library wing?”