His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1134

Thaddeus took a deep breath, an unfamiliar nervousness tightening his chest as he pushed open the door to the hospital room. There were very few things that could make him nervous, and even fewer people. Besides his grandfather, Evadne was the only one.

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of medical equipment.

Evadne wasn't asleep. She was propped up against the headboard, her face turned toward the window, staring blankly into the pitch-black, starless night. He couldn't tell what she was looking at in the empty darkness.

His gaze froze, and he stopped in his tracks. For a moment, he felt like he couldn't even breathe. The girl who had always been so bright and optimistic, so full of life, now seemed dim, desolate, and so fragile it felt like a single breath could make her disappear.

After a long moment, Evadne sensed his presence. She turned her head slowly, her vacant eyes meeting his, as deep and dark as the ocean.

"What… are you doing here?" Her body, draped in the oversized hospital gown, trembled. The corners of her eyes were red, her entire frame tense with a palpable resistance to him.

Thaddeus walked toward her, thermos in hand, his eyes nearly black with intensity. "Are you feeling any better?"

A cold laugh escaped her lips. The blue-green veins on the back of her hand, where the IV was inserted, bulged. "Thanks to you, Mr. Dempsey, I haven't frozen to death yet."

The image of her curled up in the snow flashed through his mind, and a nameless anger flared in his chest. "Evadne," he said, his voice sharp with frustration, "is it worth it? Threatening to kill yourself, abusing your own body like this… all for me?"

A sharp pain lanced through Evadne's heart. Her already pale face seemed to lose another shade of color, as if the blood had been drained from it.

"I told you I would keep my promise to you. Just not that day," he said, his tone hardening, perhaps out of anger.

Maybe it was the illness that made her so stubborn, but she pressed on. "Why not that day?"

"I was in a hurry to find someone."

"Who?" she asked, her voice raspy.

The entire bowl of hot soup splashed across the front of his impeccable suit, soaking the fabric and leaving an ugly, messy stain.

Beads of sweat dotted Evadne's forehead as she huddled at the head of the bed, desperately trying to keep her distance. His sudden kindness felt like an attack, triggering a stress reaction.

Thaddeus's pupils contracted sharply. Only then did he see her hands, which she had kept hidden under the blanket, now wrapped so heavily in bandages they looked like amputated stumps.

"Get out… get out!" she cried, her voice cracking as she tried to hide her injured hands again.

She never knew how to show weakness. And she would never stoop to it.

The hot soup seeped through his shirt, scalding his skin, a heat that matched the fire in his veins. But Thaddeus paid it no mind. He lunged forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her forcefully toward him.