His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 498

Evadne had always longed to hear those sweet nothings, which once seemed as elusive as dreams.

But now, Thaddeus was like a clingy talk show host, chattering away night and day into her ear until she almost grew tired of it.

Yet, each time he drew near, touched her, kissed her, her mind lit up like Fourth of July fireworks, and she found herself helplessly enraptured, letting him tease and seduce her.

Love, after all, wasn't about what she said.

It was about her reactions: whether her cheeks flushed, her heart raced, or her body betrayed her will.

Breath slightly disheveled from his kisses, Evadne playfully wound her fingers around his tie, "Thaddeus, you used to be so serious. Now, you're like some... some..."

She hesitated, deciding the comparison she had in mind was too crass to voice. Even if it was true, some modesty should be preserved.

Thaddeus, breathing heavily, desperation and desire pooling in his eyes, stroked her neck, their foreheads touching.

"Evadne, I'm your hound," he confessed.

Her heart skipped, cheeks flushed like a rosy dawn, her fingertip poking his firm chest, "Stop it, you. Insulting yourself is like insulting me."

He swallowed hard, biting her tender, blushing lip, "Today, luckily, we've got an SUV. It's spacious enough for us to play."

"I came for revenge, not to mess around in a car!"

Evadne's cheeks burned, and she flicked his forehead, quickly changing the subject. "Speaking of which, where's the Fairhaven clan today? Jareth is practically a CEO. Wouldn't he want to horn in on this occasion? Can't stand to let the Chambers family steal the spotlight?"

"The Fairhavens are still cleaning up the mess Edith left behind. They've been under scrutiny, and they're afraid showing up now might stir controversy."

"Smart of them," she scoffed.

Thaddeus leaned in, his nose tickling her cheek, "Jareth also said he hates these kind of do's. Would rather be home cuddling with his sweet wife."

"You’ve been cuddling me for days, leaving me all sticky and uncomfortable every morning," Evadne complained as she wriggled out from his lap, "We're sleeping in separate beds tonight!"

He watched her move away, lamenting, "Don't be so cruel, Evadne."

Then a knock at the door.

Evadne lowered the window to see Gordon's face.

"Mr. Thaddeus, Mrs. Abernathy, everything's set inside."

"Thanks, Mr. Gordon," she replied with a nod, but added a stern reminder, "Be vigilant. Today's event is crucial. The Abernathy family isn't here. If you're spotted by the Chambers family, they'll suspect something. It could hinder our plans."

"Don't worry, Evadne."

Thaddeus wrapped an arm around her waist, "I have my people inside, too."

Relieved, Evadne opened her laptop, fingers dancing across the keyboard, green code cascading down the screen like a digital downpour.

Thaddeus was accustomed to his partner's skills, yet he couldn't help but admire her, feeling both awe and a touch of insecurity.

"Okay, all set."

Evadne hit the enter key, stretching her fingers, "Let's just wait for the show to start."

He gently massaged her hand, ready to support her come hell or high water.

Inside the central hall, the atmosphere was tense, filled with Elmsworth's top officials and industry leaders.

Mr. Bartley was giving a speech.

Politicians and business delegates sat at the forefront, while spouses like Bertha were relegated to the back.

In high society, Bertha, the lone heiress of the Chambers family, had clout. But in the political arena, it was a man's world. She was just Edgar's wife, without much say.

But she wasn't one to accept this quietly. It was she who had pushed her husband to his current heights. Without the Chambers family's influence, her father's support, her careful curating, Edgar would never have climbed so high!

Pleased with herself, she sat with haughty pride, imagining the day she'd sit at the front like Mrs. Bartley.

Around her, whispers spread like wildfire.

"Look at her, acting high and mighty. You'd think she had eyes on her forehead!"

"All this election hubbub, and she acts as if Edgar's victory is certain. A bit overconfident, isn’t she?"

"She's been funneling money from her family to support Mr. Gardner like a rat pilfering grain. The Chambers family is fed up with her, yet she's none the wiser."

"I don't trust Mr. Gardner. Corruption written all over him. If they get power, Elmsworth's folks will suffer!"

Bertha ignored the snide remarks. They were just sour grapes, envious of her noble birth, her husband's potential.

As Mr. Bartley concluded his speech, the hall erupted in applause.

The emcee stepped onto the stage with a commanding presence, his voice booming through the hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Congressman Edgar Gardner, who will unfold Elmsworth's three-year business blueprint for us!"

Edgar, bathed in the spotlight and a wave of applause, strode confidently onto the stage.

Bertha was on the verge of standing to clap, her heart swelling with pride. She wanted the world to know that the man of the hour was her husband.