His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 47

At night, Sapphire Nights Club, a property owned by Jareth,

Thaddeus was in a low mood, so he decided to drink with his friends, which was quite rare.

Jareth personally drove over to pick him up since Thaddeus didn't seek his company that often.

"Sometimes I feel like your mistress on the side."

Jareth whispered a bunch of words into Thaddeus's ear. In front of others, he was the invincible Mr. Jareth, but in front of Thaddeus, he turned into a nagging old friend.

"I've never acted meek in front of a woman, but in front of you, I'm like a lonely mistress waiting for you. I'm so good to you, so I want to cry just thinking about it!"

"You've never acted meek in front of a woman?"

Thaddeus gave him a cold glance and said, "I think you were pretty meek in front of Ilana."

"That was just once in my life! Ilana is too outstanding; I couldn't help myself."

Thaddeus frowned slightly. He was silent for a long time, suppressing his urge to curse.

At that moment, two sexy foreign girls walked past them; one of them even threw a flirtatious glance at Jareth.

"They are so beautiful." Jareth stared at them without blinking.

"Are they? Not as good as her."

"Not as good as who? Your ex-wife?!"

Jareth was shocked and he quickly asked, "Oh my god! Thaddeus, do you have a new love interest behind my back? Didn't you say your marriage with Ms. Ilana was just a contract marriage? I can’t trust a man's word! Well, with such an outstanding woman by your side, and you're not a man without desires, after spending a long time together, feelings are bound to develop between you."

Thaddeus was suddenly surprised at his own slip of the tongue, his slender middle finger and thumb tightly gripping the whiskey glass.

Seemed like he had indeed seen Ilana's body and had indeed been intimate with her.

Now, his fingertips seemed to still feel the soft, smooth touch of a woman.

"I didn't touch her; don't overthink."

Thaddeus suddenly felt shy, then he took a big gulp of his drink.

Impossible! How could he have feelings for that woman, feelings that exceed friendship?

After a few drinks, Jareth couldn't help but ask, "Thaddeus, can I ask you something? It’s been bothering me."

"Go ahead."

"Why does it have to be Acacia? Why?"

Jareth put his arm around Thaddeus's neck. He felt that Thaddeus was being very unfair to Ilana. "You saw it, those women all hate Ilana so much! If it weren't for Marilla standing up for Ilana, she might not have been able to tell the truth today. How wronged she would be!"

Thaddeus was stunned for a moment. His eyes were shining, then he fell into memories.

"In the past, my mother committed suicide by jumping off a building because of depression and the inability to endure Frederic's coldness and other people's gossips. During those dark days, I was overwhelmed by grief and even wished to leave this world with my mother. I once tried to end my own life."

Thaddeus said, then he unfastened the strap on his watch, revealing a long and conspicuous scar.

"If you see her again, how will you treat her?"

"I will repay her and fulfill her request; she is my lifesaver." Thaddeus answered very seriously.

"Paloma is your lifesaver, and so is Acacia. So if Paloma also loves you deeply and only wants to be with you, will you agree to be with her?" Jareth asked jokingly.

"Gratitude and love are two different things; they can't be confused." Thaddeus's voice became lower.

"As long as you can distinguish between gratitude and love, that's good." Jareth's tone was somewhat challenging.

When they left the club, their luxury car was already waiting at the door, and the driver respectfully opened the door for them.

"Jareth, I’ve got to ask you something." Thaddeus had been holding it in all night and couldn't stop himself from blurting it out.

"What?" Jareth yawned one after another.

Thaddeus muttered, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Why did Ilana admit to that thing? Why didn't she explain?"

"Maybe she doesn't give a hoot!" Jareth sleepily blinked, casually tossing out his answer.

"Doesn't give a hoot about what?" he pushed.

"She's already divorced you. You think she still cares what you think? If she doesn't care what you think, why would she care what those folks from the Abernathy family think of her? Maybe she's just hit rock bottom! You, her ex-husband, your words cut deep. If I were Ms. Ilana, I'd definitely teach you a lesson."

Jareth waved him off, then hopped into his fancy car.

Thaddeus's fingers tightened, turning white at the knuckles, as if he were choking himself; even breathing became a struggle.