His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1085

“If you want to stare, just go ahead. Ms. Evadne isn’t some animal in a zoo.”

Jason rolled his eyes, muttering as he turned and headed for the hospital room. “Just wait here.”

A minute later, Jason reappeared, his expression conflicted as he faced the man in the hallway.

“Ms. Evadne doesn’t want to see you. Please leave.”

Thaddeus clenched his fists. “Why?”

Jason let out a cold, bitter laugh. “Why? Maybe because Ms. Evadne finally wised up. She doesn’t want to trip over the same man twice, or keep humiliating herself by chasing after someone who doesn’t care.”

The color drained from Thaddeus’ striking features. He stood in silence.

Remembering everything Ms. Evadne had suffered lately, Jason’s eyes reddened. He fought to keep his anger in check. “Mr. Thaddeus, Ms. Evadne is exhausted. If she doesn’t want to see you, then please leave her alone. Stop making things harder for her.”

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Windermere Estate.

In the study, Alexia laid out the results of her investigation for Chad, holding nothing back.

“So I have reason to believe that the woman called Sunny is actually Elsie—the same Elsie Avery used as a stand-in for Evadne.”

She watched Chad, who stood behind the desk with his head bowed in concentration, brush gliding across the paper as he wrote. Alexia’s jaw clenched. “No wonder she was so passive-aggressive when she saw me today. If she really is Elsie, it all makes sense.”

“I don’t care that she was rude to me—I’m just worried she might have figured something out. Didn’t you think she seemed unsettled when she bumped into you today?”

“After finally escaping Avery’s grip and going through hell with Elvis to start a new life, the first thing she’d want to do is change her face. To never again be someone else’s shadow.” Chad finished writing a graceful, flowing letter on the paper, his hand steady and sure. “She’d want to be herself, at long last.”

Alexia’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean you figured it out at first glance?”

“I only suspected. That’s why I sent you to confirm my hunch.”

Alexia was awed—Sir was always so sharp. If only he had a healthy body, Thaddeus would never stand a chance against him.

Evadne tossed and turned in her hospital bed, dozing off for moments before jerking awake again, unable to find any real rest.

At last, she dragged her weary body out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and shuffled toward the hallway, hoping a walk might clear her head.

Her legs were still weak, so she steadied herself against the wall, inching slowly toward the entrance.

She opened the door, and as her gaze lifted, a sudden jolt ran through her—she froze in her oversized hospital gown.

Thaddeus sat outside on a cold plastic chair, back ramrod straight, eyes closed, perfectly still.

Under the pale glow of the hallway light, he was utterly silent. The long night had left him with nothing but his own shadow for company, deepening the loneliness in the air.

Evadne’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching.

The sound of the door finally stirred him. Thaddeus’ bloodshot eyes fluttered open and, lifting his gaze, he met hers.