His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 369

Elvis' lashes fluttered wildly, his heart pounding at an insane rate.

It wasn't often that his heart took off at such a clip, but this time, it was because of the restless woman in his arms.

Not that he'd fallen for her. Rather, she bore a striking resemblance to Evadne, enough to throw him off balance. Holding his "sister", who was flirting up a storm, left him feeling rather disoriented.

"Ugh. I feel sick." Elsie's eyes glistened with unshed tears as her delicate body fell down.

She'd had quite a bit to drink and had danced away the night. Now her stomach was rebelling against her, "Can you help me to the bathroom? I can't take it."

If it was any other woman, Elvis would have stayed away from her as far as possible without a second thought.

But her face made it difficult for him to refuse. With a firm grip, he hoisted Elsie up, her lithe body barely weighing anything in his strong arms, and strode towards the restroom.

The dancing floor was buzzing with surprise.

"Damn! That guy's strength is amazing! I wish I could feel what it's like to be held by him!"

"It's like he's the boyfriend from all our dreams!"

"But don't you think the woman he's carrying away looks a lot like Evadne Ashbourne, the socialite who's been the trending topic multiple times?!"

"Could it be Evadne? I noticed when she came in. She has the same face as Evadne!"

"Get real! Why would the daughter of the Ashbourne family be here? And where are her bodyguards? Her father is Emeric Ashbourne, for heaven's sake! It's probably just some woman who got plastic surgery to look like Evadne."

Elvis couldn't take Elsie into the ladies' room, so he took her to the men's room instead.

Inside, two men were taken aback as they saw the icy-looking man carrying a beautiful woman into the bathroom. They didn't know whether to finish what they were doing or stop it midway.

"Are you done? Get lost!" Elvis ordered, kicking the door for emphasis.

The two men quickly zipped up and scooted away, making sure to close the door behind them.

Elsie leaned over the sink, throwing up violently.

Elvis leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette, occasionally appraising her with the corner of his eyes.

Perhaps due to their brief interaction, he was beginning to realize that she didn't resemble his sister as much as he'd initially thought.

After all, his sister Evadne was a beauty beyond compare, unrivaled in grace and elegance.

Elsie finished throwing up, washed her face, and rinsed her mouth. Looking into the mirror, she saw her pale face, as if she'd just recovered from a serious illness.

This face looked exactly like Evadne, chosen so carefully by Avery.

Suddenly, a sharp pain seared in her heart. She clutched her chest, massaging it gently as she forced a bitter smile onto her lips.

"All done throwing up? Sobered up?"

"Ah!" Elsie seemed to notice him for the first time, letting out a surprised yelp.

"For the record, I'm the one who brought you in here."

Elvis crossed his arms and looked at her, amusement in his eyes, "You couldn't stop calling me 'hottie' and asking me to take you to the restroom. Now that you're done, you're ready to forget about me? Think I'm someone easy to take advantage of, miss?"

"When did I ask you to bring me in here? This is the ladies' room. You should leave immediately." Elsie swayed slightly, but her wariness hadn't diminished.

Now that her mind was a bit clearer, she took a good look at Elvis. He was tall and handsome, with striking eyebrows and expressive eyes.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of wit and nonchalance, with a touch of laziness, as if nothing could disturb his peace.

A blush crept up Elsie's cheeks, her heartbeat quickening.

She could hardly believe that she was experiencing these strange emotions for a man other than Avery.

"Ladies' room? You think this urinal belongs in the ladies' room?"

Elvis smirked, "You're the one who should leave, miss."

Elsie's face turned even redder with embarrassment. Just as she was about to turn and leave, Elvis abruptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

Elsie crashed into the man’s firm chest again, the impact making her scalp tingle and her heart race uncontrollably.

Elvis stared at her with intense eyes, a teasing smile on his lips, "Leaving just like that? You haven't even thanked me yet."

"Thank you." Elsie's eyes sparkled, her breath uneven.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like someone?" The man's warm breath brushed against her blushing nose, and his icy eyes softened slightly.

Elsie's heart lurched, and she struggled to break free, but Elvis held her tight.

"No, I'm not like anyone. I'm just me."

For some reason, she felt timid and insecure.

This face was liked by Avery.

People liked the original owner of this face, Evadne Ashbourne, the daughter of the Ashbourne family.

"Alright then, tell me who you are."

Elvis' probing gaze lingered on her obviously frightened face, "What's your name?"

"I’m..."

Before she could finish, her phone rang.