His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 285

"Let her go."

Jareth looked at the two servants holding Marilla, his eyes filled with a chilling fury that could freeze the blood in one's veins. His voice was deep and ominous, as if it came straight from the depths of hell.

The two servants were clearly on edge, casting pleading glances at Glynnis for help.

Glynnis could see that Jareth was ordering her own servants around, clearly because he cared for Marilla, cared for this bitch!

Initially, she had been ready to back down. Jareth was, after all, the man of her dreams. How could she possibly defy him?

But then she remembered Edith, and how her mother and she had completely severed their relationship with the Fairhaven family. There was no way Jareth would ever feel anything for her now.

More importantly, this was the Abernathy family home! It was her home!

Even if Jareth wanted to stand up for Marilla, could his reach really extend this far? He had no right!

So, with fresh grievances and old grudges simmering in her heart, Glynnis gritted her teeth and declared, "No! This is the Abernathy family home. You are my servants, and you must listen to me."

But before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a scream.

One of the servants holding Marilla was suddenly kicked off his feet by Jareth, and sent flying several meters away!

Seeing a living, breathing person tumble and land heavily on the ground, Glynnis was shocked into silence, her senses numbed by fear.

The other servant quickly let go of Marilla and began to bow and apologize to Jareth, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"Mr. Jareth. I was wrong! But we were only following orders. Ah!"

Another scream echoed through the room.

Jareth had kicked the second servant away as well, breaking two of her ribs in the process!

Glynnis let out a terrified scream.

She had always thought the rumors about Jareth being a "ferocious god" and "living devil" were just jokes.

Now she realized that it was her own naivety and lack of worldly experience that had led her to such a misconception.

Everyone in the room was shocked into silence, the room as silent as a graveyard.

"Jareth." Marilla's voice was weak, her legs trembling as she leaned into the man.

Jareth's eyes narrowed, his arm swiftly wrapping around the petite girl's waist, pulling her into his embrace.

He held her close, his warm slender hand gently soothing her trembling back.

"It's okay, Marilla. I'm here."

Glynnis was green with envy, her hands clenched into fists, her sharp nails digging into the flesh of her palms.

"Ouch." Marilla whimpered, her voice fragile.

"Where does it hurt?" Jareth asked, his heart constricting with worry.

"Ouch." She continued to whimper, as if she hadn't heard his question.

At this moment, Marilla's mother, Elspeth, finally made her appearance, elegantly dressed and coiffed.

She had just descended halfway down the staircase when she saw Jareth facing off against Glynnis, and the girl he was tenderly cradling in his arms was Marilla!

Elspeth frowned.

Suddenly realizing what was happening, she quietly retreated, hiding herself in the shadows as she observed the scene unfolding below.

"Glynnis."

Jareth's gaze was sharp and intimidating, his eyes filled with a sinister coldness as he stared at Glynnis. "You just got out of jail. Are you looking to go back in so soon?"

Glynnis was so overwhelmed by Jareth's intimidating aura that she stepped back involuntarily.

"Since you're so forgetful, let me remind you one more time. And it's going to be the last time."

Jareth's eyes held a wolfish ferocity, his handsome face shadowed by a threatening darkness. "Marilla is a woman I care about. Anyone who dares to hurt her is challenging me and challenging the Fairhaven family!"

His words echoed through the hall, leaving no room for doubt.

Glynnis was drenched in sweat, her face as white as a sheet.

Unfortunately, Frederic wasn't there to protect her, and neither was Elspeth.

"The reason you've been so lucky is not because you're an Abernathy, but because you haven't crossed my line. But let me tell you, Glynnis, if you so much as touch a hair on Marilla's head next time, I'll make sure you rot in jail for the rest of your life. Even if Mr. Frederic comes to your rescue, it won't make any difference!"

While holding Marilla close with his left arm, Jareth clenched his right fist tightly. "And when that happens, I won't consider the decades-long friendship between our two families!"

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the top of the stairs.

Feeling the cold bloodthirsty gaze, Elspeth panicked and quickly retreated a few more steps.

But then she realized that she had nothing to fear.

She was the lady of the house, and Jareth's elder. What was there to be afraid of?

Glynnis was left speechless by Jareth's harsh words.

Despite their lack of expressions, she knew that all the servants around her were laughing at her misfortune.

"Marilla, let's go. I'll take you to see Thad, or maybe your sister-in-law. Is that okay?" Jareth whispered into Marilla's ear, his voice soft and soothing.

Marilla was feeling dizzy, but she nodded in agreement to whatever Jareth was saying.

She was a good girl.

Jareth's eyes darkened, and he lifted Marilla into his arms, ignoring the stares of everyone in the room as he walked out.

"Jareth! You can't take her away!"

Glynnis shouted in desperation, "She is an Abernathy! How can you just take her away? Have you asked my parents?"

Naturally, she didn't want Marilla to leave with him. She would be consumed with jealousy, unable to sleep for days!

"I want to take Marilla away, and Marilla wants to go with me. So, what's the problem?"

Jareth sneered, his gaze filled with contempt as he looked at Glynnis. "Also, do I really need to ask your mother? If she disagreed, wouldn't she have come down to stop me by now?"

Glynnis was left speechless by his words, and while she was still reeling from the shock, Jareth had already left with Marilla.

The cold wind outside was biting, but Jareth held Marilla close, promising to protect her from the world.

Jareth had always been a rough-and-tumble kind of guy, but when it came to Marilla, he found an uncharacteristic gentleness in his otherwise stony heart.

His large hand rubbed her small arm up and down, afraid that she might be cold, wishing he could transfer his own body warmth to her.

Marilla, feeling secure, leaned her head against his broad chest, snuggling slightly. She was so sweet and trusting.

Jareth's throat tightened.

He liked this feeling. He liked being relied on and trusted.

Lily, seeing her boss carrying Marilla toward her, smiled knowingly and promptly opened the car door.

Just as Jareth was about to help Marilla into the car, a thin girl stumbled out. It was Linda.