His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1183

Evadne’s chest rose and fell, the tip of her nose and the rims of her eyes flushing red. She just stared at him, dumbstruck and unable to speak.

In the days Thaddeus had been gone, she had never known fear. She defied fate and challenged demons, bravely fighting against all the darkness in the world. But the moment he appeared like a saving grace to shield her, she felt fear. She felt the urge to cry, her heart softened, and the strong facade she had built crumbled, leaving her like a fragile seashell swallowed by the tide of his presence.

It turned out Evadne could be afraid, just like any other girl. But only in front of Thaddeus.

Ignoring the searing pain in his back, Thaddeus gripped her trembling shoulders and looked her over from head to toe. When he was certain she was only shaken and not physically harmed, the knot in his chest finally loosened.

Baron stared, dumbfounded, at the man who seemed to have appeared out of thin air. He was so terrified he felt his soul leaving his body. But he snapped out of it quickly, screaming at his son, "Alan! Run!"

Alan might have been volatile, but he wasn't stupid. He didn't recognize Evadne, but he certainly recognized Thaddeus. Realizing the catastrophic trouble he was in, he broke into a cold sweat and turned to flee.

He had barely taken two steps when a sharp pain shot through his lower back.

"Ah—!"

The next second, he tumbled down the steps, landing face-first in a muddy patch in the garden. He scrambled to get up, but a foot pinned his tailbone to the ground, immobilizing him completely. The pressure was immense, feeling as if his bones were about to crack. "Who… who the hell is that?!" he growled through clenched teeth.

"Your worst nightmare," a playful, wicked voice answered from above.

"Jareth?!" Evadne stared at the man she hadn't seen in ages—Jareth Fairhaven, looking as untamed as ever, with his devilishly charming eyes. Seeing her two best friends together again filled her with an indescribable emotion. She was also amazed that, despite the sudden action, the black woolen overcoat draped over his broad shoulders hadn't slipped off. It was as if it were welded on. As always, appearances were everything. A man of style.

Jason's face lit up with surprise. "Mr. Fairhaven!"

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