His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 398

The slap was not as harsh as the ones before. This time, Thaddeus could almost mistake it for a caress, making the corners of his lips twitch into a rare, playful smirk.

“Did that jerk just smirk?” Evadne muttered to herself, a flush of annoyance spreading across her face. “He’s becoming more and more audacious.”

“What are you doing taking off my clothes?” Evadne crossed her arms defensively, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Thaddeus looked at her with tender eyes, “I'm treating your wounds.”

What a righteous excuse.

“You could’ve waited outside for me to change or you could’ve cut my sleeve off with scissors! Do you really need to take off my clothes?”

Evadne's eyes flashed with anger as she glared at him. “You are really shameless, acting like a playboy!”

“Evadne, we were married. We were intimate together during our marriage and after our divorce too.”

Evadne bit her lip, her breath hitched at the reminder of the nights they had spent together.

Thaddeus’ raspy voice and his lust-filled gaze were clear signs of his struggle. “I’ve seen everything of you, even the parts others couldn’t. Would it not be pretentious to act otherwise?”

He didn't wait for her response. Instead, he moved closer, causing her to flinch in surprise. He gently but firmly stripped away her clothes, revealing her flushed skin to his hungry gaze.

“Evadne, relax. Let me take care of your wounds, okay?” His voice was gentle, soothing. He was so tender that it made her heart race.

Thaddeus’ gaze roamed over her exposed body, his breath hitched, and his eyes darkened with desire. His hands were shaking as he treated her wounds, wrapped her up in bandages, and admired the sight of her.

“Thank you.” Evadne started, but Thaddeus cut her off, moving to trap her beneath him.

“Evadne, you can thank me in another way.”

Without waiting for her response, he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, like a man who had been wandering in the desert and had finally found an oasis.

The room temperature rose as their desire for each other filled the air. His lips met hers again, this time with no restraint, but all the tenderness. The sensations were overwhelming, and Evadne found herself lost in pleasure.

She couldn't feel any pain, only waves of pleasure, which made her deeply addicted.

Was there such love?

She clearly hated him, but now she was in pleasure because of him.

The next morning, Evadne woke up exhausted and sore.

She was thirsty and decided to head downstairs for a drink. As she walked down the stairs, she could hear the sizzling sound from the kitchen and the smell of something delicious wafting through the house.

Walking into the kitchen, she was greeted by an unexpected sight. Thaddeus stood there, wearing an apron over his muscular body, cooking breakfast. The sight of him, so out of his element, was both amusing and endearing.

His physique was even more striking, with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. His rolled-up shirt sleeves revealed the firm, sculpted muscles of his arms. As he hefted the frying pan, the tense, powerful lines of his muscles were a live exhibition of pure masculinity.

Evadne's eyes, gleaming with mischief, narrowed slightly as she quietly approached him from behind.

Due to her bare feet, she moved silently, thus, even when she was right behind him, he had no clue.

Sizzle.

A puff of steam rose from the frying pan, and Thaddeus wiped a bead of sweat sliding down his cheek, sighing in frustration.

"Burnt again."

Only then did Evadne notice the mound of eggs in the nearby trash can.