His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 471

Ever since the day Nydia asked for a break, Jason had been on a relentless quest to find her.

His calls were incessant, the madness undeniable. Night after night, he kept vigil outside her Silverlake Harbor residence, each time leaving more disheartened than the last.

His lovesick demeanor was no less dramatic than when Thaddeus had fervently pursued Evadne.

Nydia dared not step outside, locking herself in her room, neglecting her meals, growing thinner by the day, her pillows soaked with tears.

Whenever she missed Jason, she'd stealthily peer out the window at the end of the hallway, drawing back the curtains just a smidge.

And whenever she yearned for him, he was there.

His figure stood against the wind, tall and resolute, his gaze burning with unwavering intensity toward her room.

Even the slightest thought of him sent waves of pain coursing through her, a constant heartache that felt as if it were cleaving her soul.

She felt she had let down Jason, her guilt immense. But who could tell her how to have the best of both worlds?

In the end, she was selfish too.

Caught between Jason and her family, she ultimately chose the latter.

Nydia stared blankly at her phone when Byron, curious, craned his neck for a glimpse.

His expression clouded at the sight, but he forced a dry laugh, choosing retreat over confrontation, "Ms. Nydia, if you have urgent matters to attend to, I'll leave you be. Go on with your business."

"No, it's nothing," Nydia steeled herself and hung up.

Fearing another call from Jason, she decisively shut off her phone.

It was time to be firm.

Better a sharp pain now than to raise his hopes sky-high, only to shatter them completely later on. It was kinder to break his heart cleanly than to leave it in pieces.

Byron's eyes sparkled with excitement, his voice trembling, "Then, may I sit here?"

Nydia nodded slightly, moving aside to maintain distance.

Byron staggered forward, his uneven gait betraying him as he lurched forward!

"Whoa! Careful there!" Nydia instinctively reached out to steady him.

Her innate kindness didn't allow her to think twice.

She would've helped an old lady cross the street, so how could she ignore someone about to fall right before her eyes?

Byron seized the opportunity to clutch Nydia's arm, the warmth of her skin sending his heart into a flutter.

He caught his breath, looking at her with gratitude, "Thank you, Ms. Nydia."

Not far off, Emeric and Jeff were having a lively chat.

"Hey, Emeric, look over there!" Jeff exclaimed, patting Emeric on the shoulder.

Emeric glanced lazily, noting Nydia and Byron chatting amicably, his brows knitting slightly.

"It seems your little girl is getting quite cozy with Byron."

Jeff, ever the matchmaker, chimed in, "Avery was head over heels for Evadne, everyone knew it. Now with our families uniting, if Nydia married Avery, it'd be awkward for both, and unfair to Nydia. Byron has mentioned to me more than once how much he likes Nydia. It's rare for him to talk about fancying any girl in front of me, but he seems sincere about Nydia. Forcing a match is never sweet, Emeric, you know that. Maybe we should consider someone more suitable for her."

Jeff tried to plead his case, but seeing Emeric's disinterest, he sighed with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

Byron, before his injury, was quite the charmer, a regular Casanova. Seeing that Nydia was not repulsed by him, he exhausts every trick to entertain her.

Yet Nydia remained aloof, uninterested in his attempts at humor, and Byron's efforts were like fireworks against a fortress, leaving him hot and bothered.

To Byron, Nydia was just the daughter of a mistress; if it weren't for his disability, why would he have chosen her?

What right did she have to act so high and mighty?

Bertha, watching their lackluster progress, fretted for her brother.

It was time for some underhanded tactics.

Byron's secretary hurried over, halted by Bertha's call, "Where are you off to in such a rush? Can't you see my brother is busy?"

"Miss Bertha, there's a small issue," the secretary hedged.

"Out with it. You're not treating me like a stranger, are you?"

"It's the former secretary of the Ashbourne heiress is outside waiting."

A sly glint crossed Bertha's eyes, "Jason?"

"Yes! Isn't he Mr. Thaddeus's rival? His timing seems intended to disrupt Mr. Thaddeus's plans. I figured I'd better warn Mr. Thaddeus quickly. Right now, that man can't enter without an invitation, but if Ms. Evadne finds out, she'll surely help him. That would put Mr. Thaddeus in a rather awkward spot, wouldn't it?" The secretary was a loyal henchman, analyzing the pros and cons.