His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 367

"Hey, what's got you so spaced out?"

Elvis noticed Evadne staring blankly into space and waved a hand in front of her eyes to snap her out of it.

"Elvis."

Evadne hesitated, her words trailing off as she thought of a woman who bore a striking resemblance to herself.

"What's wrong, Evadne? You're usually so straightforward. Why are you stuttering now?" Elvis asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, really."

Just a woman he chanced upon, way back in another country.

Even if she had the slightest suspicion, she couldn't look into this woman. Her only option was to probe through Edith.

But what was the point?

It was Thaddeus who had declared, in front of her grandfather, that their relationship was over, and there was no turning back.

So what was she hesitating for? What was she mourning?

Evadne gave a silent, bitter smile, draining the lukewarm tea in her cup.

How pathetic she must be, to pine for a man who had forsaken her twice. Shouldn't she be thankful that she didn't repeat the same mistake?

Cassius, sitting next to her, took in her mixed emotions but said nothing. Instead, he gently took her chilly hand into his warm one, holding it comfortingly.

"Did you tell Suri and Emeric about Chasel?" Evadne asked softly.

Emeric had taken Myra abroad to alleviate her melancholy, and Suri and Aviana had tagged along. They were staying in separate villas though.

The grand Ashbourne family mansion was rather deserted these days, with only them present.

"We've already called Suri."

Cassius let out a soft smile, "Suri said not to treat him like a guest. Deal with him as necessary, as long as you're happy, she would even take that she’s never had this nephew."

Evadne couldn't help but laugh. She knew that they all doted on her dearly.

"Wow, is this what they call forsaking one's kin for justice, or disowning one's family?" Arnold exclaimed, slack-jawed.

Elvis took a cigarette from his black coat pocket and placed it between his lips, a combination of cool and rogue, "Helping others, that's called forsaking one's kin for justice. Helping Thaddeus, that douchebag, that's disowning one's family."

Everyone was speechless.

Evadne merely blinked, remaining silent.

"Evadne, there's something I want to say, but I'm not sure if I should."

"Then don't," Evadne cut him off, already guessing what Elvis was going to say.

It definitely wouldn't be pleasant.

"Thaddeus now has severe neurological damage due to my actions, affecting his nervous system. We don't know what's in store for him, whether it's intermittent fainting or paralysis," Evadne's voice was laced with bitterness.

Elvis frowned at her words.

"I don't want any more dealings with him, but I don't want to feel like I owe him anything either."

Evadne looked up at Elvis again, her gaze clear yet heart-wrenching, "I'm not trying to save him. I'm trying to redeem myself."

The atmosphere in the living room grew tense.

Arnold, ever the sly fox, suddenly blurted out, "Hey, Cassius, is Chasel really a man?"

Cassius simply replied, "Yes."

"How does it feel when you hold him?"

Elvis couldn't resist teasing him, "Oh, I thought you, Arnold, was an upright man, not interested in women. Turns out you have unique tastes. If you have such desires in the future, just say so. Why make me seduce him? Evadne should let Arnold do it, he'd be more than eager!"

"What the heck are you thinking!"

Arnold's eyes widened, itching to kick his little brother, "I just haven't seen a man that good looking before. I was curious!"

Evadne was speechless, startled by his imagination.

"Who would be that curious about other men?" Elvis smirked.

"That just shows I'm young! Only old people lose their curiosity!" Arnold retorted.

The brothers bickered and the night ended on that note.

The next day.

Chasel, due to jetlag, slept until noon.

He had just opened his bleary eyes when he heard persistent knocking at the door.

At first, he didn't want to answer it, but the person outside was insistent and patient.

"What the heck! You just wouldn’t stop, would you? So annoying!"

Chasel huffed as he sprang up from the bed and flung open the door.

When he saw the impeccably dressed Cassius standing there, he was taken aback.

Cassius was unruffled at first, his eyes subtly trailing from Chasel's well-defined chest to his abs, finally landing on his flamboyant boxer shorts.

His deep gaze darkened slightly, revealing a hint of fluttering.

"Hey, do I look good, cousin?" With his eyes squinted, Chasel leaned against the door frame, yawning.

He was naturally dissolute and unrestrained. He wouldn't be shy even if he was completely naked.

But facing Cassius, the embodiment of his aesthetic ideal, an alluring man in a suit, he felt a little nervous, his heart rate quickening.

"Your boxer shorts are cute," Cassius said, his voice low and charming.

"Mr. Bright, did you sleep well?" Cassius asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"It was okay, I guess. It's a bit lonely without someone to warm the bed though," Chasel replied, his words brimming with frustration from being kidnapped.

"May I come in?"

Chasel pressed his lip and stepped aside to let him in.

They walked into the living room, where Chasel made himself comfortable on the sofa, throwing his legs on the coffee table. His dark eyes focused on Cassius, "What's so urgent that you had to come find me this early?"

It was only then that he noticed a first aid kit had mysteriously appeared on the coffee table.

In the next moment, Cassius suddenly dropped to one knee, grabbing hold of Chasel's ankle.

Heat rushed to Chasel's cheeks, and he recoiled slightly, "W-what are you doing?"

"You've got a scrape on your ankle that hasn't been treated. Let me put some ointment on it."

Cassius gave him a warm smile, and without waiting for a response, began to disinfect the wound with an alcohol swab.

The cold sting was oddly comforting, and Chasel squinted his fox-like eyes, his toes curling reflexively.

Despite being a doctor himself, and knowing the injury was minor, he was unused to this level of care.

But living alone abroad, far from family, he hadn't made many genuine friends.