His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 301

Meanwhile, Thaddeus was convalescing in a private villa in the suburbs.

Having just taken his final dose from the first course of medication, he knew that tonight Evadne would surely send someone over with more.

Not that he was confident she still harbored any feelings for him.

She simply didn't want to owe him anything.

Earlier in the day, Thaddeus felt fine except for the chest pain. However, as night fell, he was suddenly hit with a high fever!

"Gordon, Gordon?"

Thaddeus's throat was dry and raspy, his body alternating between hot and cold, his eyes barely able to stay open.

After a few calls, he remembered that he had sent Gordon to the office to retrieve important documents, the boy must still be racing on the road.

Struggling to sit up, Thaddeus realized that his sheets and comforter were soaked through with sweat, his bangs stuck to his forehead, his entire body damp, as though he had been hauled up from the sea.

He changed into a fresh set of pajamas, weak and unsteady as he made his way downstairs for a glass of water.

That was when the doorbell rang.

Thaddeus, puzzled, slowly made his way over and turned on the video intercom.

The moment Evadne's impeccably beautiful face appeared on the screen, his dull eyes lit up, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

"Thaddeus, I know you're in there, open the door." Evadne's face was stern, her cool gaze fixed on the camera.

Thaddeus pressed his thin lips together, silent.

"Are you really dead or playing dead? Open up."

Evadne's beautiful eyes were filled with irritation, one hand on her hip, "If you have a will, make it now, if not, I'm coming in to collect your body!"

Thaddeus was so taken aback by her sharp words he couldn't help but cough.

"Don't think you're the only one who can play this game, I can too."

Evadne was getting impatient, her fiery temper causing her to pound on the door, "If you don't come out, I'm not leaving."

To her surprise, before she could finish her sentence, the door swung open.

Standing before her in a deep-blue pajama set, Thaddeus looked pale but still stunningly handsome, a weak yet mesmerizing smile on his face.

"Ms. Evadne, it's cold outside, come in."

He couldn't bear to see her out in the cold, it would break his heart.

Looking at the noticeably thinner Thaddeus, Evadne's heart skipped a beat.

His complexion was visibly deteriorating.

Hadn't he been taking his medication on time? He seemed to be getting better just a short while ago. How did he end up like this?

Biting her lower lip, Evadne stepped inside.

Thaddeus, mustering all his energy, led her to the living room.

"How did you find me? Did Gordon tell you?"

"Don't blame Mr. Gordon, he did it in your best interest."

Evadne sat down on the sofa, fixing him with a stern gaze, her voice cool and detached, revealing no hint of concern, "You barely have anyone reliable around you. If you fire Gordon over this, then you truly are a fool. Working with such a rash ruler would be pointless, I'll hire Mr. Gordon to work with us when that time comes, then don't you dare cry."

"Ms. Evadne, you're overthinking." Thaddeus locked eyes with her.

Despite trying to keep his composure, the corners of his dry lips couldn't help but lift into a smile due to his inner joy, "Gordon has been with me for so many years, I wouldn't bear to let him leave."

He was just afraid she'd worry.

Suddenly, he remembered that night, when Evadne stood beside Avery, firmly distancing herself from him, her entire being repulsed and annoyed by him.

He didn't have the courage to utter those words anymore.

"Why do you keep calling me Ms. Evadne? It's so formal, why not just Evadne like before?" Evadne asked, her eyes slightly narrowed, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Because I know you don't like it."

Evadne's eyes widened slightly, feeling an inexplicable sourness in her heart.

"Thaddeus?"

Evadne's heart jolted. She quickly got up and ran towards the kitchen!

Broken pieces of a cup were scattered all over the marble floor.

Thaddeus was on his knees amidst the shattered remnants of a vase, one hand braced against the floor and the other gripping the edge of a table. His clothes were soaked with perspiration, and his breath came in weak, laboured gasps.

"What's happening to you?"

Evadne's face turned ashen, and she rushed forward to help him up.

But the man, weakened by illness, was too heavy for her to lift, despite her best efforts.

With no other option, Evadne squatted down and began to clear away the sharp shards of porcelain, fearing that he might collapse at any moment and cut himself on the fragments.

"Evadne."

Thaddeus managed to lift his head, his cheeks flushed with fever, and his eyes glazed and unfocused.

Evadne's heart skipped a beat as she felt his forehead.

It was burning hot, like a kettle that had just boiled over!

"How did this happen? How did you get a fever?"

Evadne was anxious and distraught, her eyes red as she yelled at him, "Did you take your medicine on time or not? You jerk!"

Thaddeus' breath was hot and ragged, his mind hazy with fever. With what little consciousness he had left, he opened his arms and pulled the woman he loved more than anything into a tight embrace.

"Evadne, please give me some love. I'm begging you, just a little bit."

Evadne's heart fluttered as her lips parted slightly, a look of surprise and confusion painting her eyes a soft shade of pink.

"Thaddeus!"

"I want you to give me some love."

From the depths of Thaddeus' parched throat came a raspy whisper, stirring her heartstrings, "But I'm afraid, because I know I'm not worthy."