His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 377

His piercing gaze, as red as a bleeding heart, was fixed on her.

Dolores was terrified, barely daring to breathe. She stammered to explain, "Mr. Abernathy, I swear I mean no harm. I'm just concerned about your health!”

Thaddeus, using the arms of the sofa for support, slowly rose to his feet.

As soon as he stood, he felt dizzy, plagued by an indescribable fever that was coursing through his veins with increasing intensity.

Heaving heavily, sweat trickled down his chiseled face. His allure, despite his weakened state, left Dolores almost breathless.

Thaddeus, leaning against the wall, stumbled out of the banquet hall.

Dolores, however, was not ready to give up. She followed him immediately.

Tonight was her rare opportunity!

She had to seize it. If she could tie the knot with Thaddeus, nothing and no one, not Evadne, not Edith, could stand in her way!

Finding courage in the deserted hallway, Dolores made a bold move towards Thaddeus, proving her father's words true - she had no shame!

"Mr. Abernathy, you can barely stand on your own. Allow me to help you back to your room to rest, alright?”

“Get away. Didn’t I warn you not to touch me? Can’t you understand?!” Thaddeus, using all his strength, pushed her away, his eyes filled with raging anger.

His disgust couldn’t have been clearer.

It was as if she was contaminated, carrying some sort of plague.

Frustrated and angry, Dolores gritted her teeth and tried to cling onto Thaddeus.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

A cold voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere, startling Dolores into releasing her grip on Thaddeus’ arm.

Jareth's eyes were filled with intense anger as he strode over to Thaddeus, protectively draping an arm around his shoulder and quickly widening the distance between them and Dolores.

“Ms. Ashbourne, what exactly are you trying to do?”

Dolores tried to compose herself, yet the aura of the Fairhaven family’s son was not something to be trifled with, and she could feel a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead, "Mr. Abernathy seems to be in a bad mood. He's had a lot to drink, and he's drunk. I was just trying to help him back to his room to rest."

"Drunk? I know Thad's drinking capacity better than anyone. He was completely sober before you joined him for a drink, and after just few drinks with you he's drunk?" Jareth eyed her suspiciously.

“Mr. Fairhaven, what do you mean by that?”

Dolores, guilty as charged, blushed fiercely, "I am the daughter of the Ashbourne family. My dad is a highly respected man in the K Group. Are you suggesting I would stoop so low as to drug Mr. Abernathy? I am not that despicable!”

"Oh, who knows? After all, Thad’s charm and talent have attracted many women over the years, some with even more prestigious backgrounds than yours, Ms. Ashbourne." Jareth didn’t feel frightened at all. If he was not pleased, he wouldn’t mince words.

He didn't give this so-called Ms. Ashbourne any face.

"Thad, how are you feeling?" Jareth lowered his head, expressing genuine concern for Thaddeus.

“Go, let’s go.” Thaddeus mumbled.

“Alright, right away!”

Jareth, supporting Thaddeus, began to walk forward, muttering under his breath, "You see, without me, what would you do? You can live without a woman, but you absolutely can't live without me!"

“Wait, wait a moment!”

Dolores, still not ready to give up, called out to them.

Jareth abruptly stopped, shooting her a cold glance, “Ms. Ashbourne, I suggest you let go of any inappropriate intentions. Thaddeus is a man you will never be able to attain.”

“Why?”

"Thaddeus already has someone he loves, and you, you are far from her league." Jareth chuckled, not bothering to explain further.

"Who? Evadne?!"

Dolores' competitive spirit was ignited; beads of sweat dotted her forehead as she persisted. She badgered, "Didn't they divorce already? If there was truly love between them, how could they possibly divorce?!”

"Ha, what do you know."

Jareth couldn't help laughing, his cold gaze softening, "Their marriage ended, but their love didn't. Thaddeus' feelings for Evadne are beyond your comprehension. Even if they divorced, even if Evadne remarries, no one can replace her in Thaddeus' heart. No one.”

Watching their retreating figures, Dolores felt as if all her strength had been drained. She could barely stand.

It was a while before she stomped her foot in frustration and let out a loud yell that echoed down the hallway.

"I don't believe it, liar. I don't believe a word you say!”

Jareth quickly helped Thaddeus into his car.

Actually, it was clear to Jareth that Thaddeus was not drunk, but had been drugged.

But Jareth was puzzled; when could the drugs have been placed?

The waiter had brought a tray of champagne, and Dolores had randomly picked two glasses. How could she be sure that the one Thaddeus drank from was drugged?

Had all the glasses been spiked?

That was a rather dark tactic.

“Thad, I’ll take you to your villa. You can't go home like this.”

Thaddeus' breathing became more rapid, his hands tugging at his shirt relentlessly. Two buttons popped off, revealing his chest. His flushed skin was a sight to behold.

“Damn, no wonder those women can’t resist you!”

Jareth quickly started the car. As he leaned over to fasten Thaddeus' seatbelt, Thaddeus murmured a familiar name in a daze.

“Evadne. Evadne. ”

Jareth paused, then laughed.

“You always deny your feelings when it comes to her. Still can't forget her, can you?”

Jareth clicked the seatbelt into place. Looking at Thaddeus' vulnerable state, he felt a mixture of amusement and helplessness.

“I understand, Thad. As your only buddy I will definitely help you!”

Evadne had just confirmed the information she needed and was about to leave the hotel with Chasel.

As soon as she got in the car, her phone rang.

Seeing Jareth's name, she initially had no interest in answering. But the incessant ringing of the phone was just like Jareth himself, unrelenting.

"What is it?" Evadne answered, her tone icy.

"Evadne! Thad's in trouble!" Jareth's voice was clearly fraught with urgency on the other end of the line.

A knot formed in Evadne's stomach, her expression turning serious, "What happened?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but it's not good! I've taken him back to his private villa. You're a doctor, right? Come over and check on him!"

For a moment, a myriad of terrifying scenarios flashed through Evadne's mind.

Thaddeus' lingering aftereffects had become a perpetual worry for her.

When Jareth mentioned that Thaddeus was in distress, the first thing that came to her mind was post-traumatic stress disorder.

"Send me the address. I'll be right there." Evadne's eyebrows furrowed deeply as she ended the call.