His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 628

Evadne's eyes sparked to life, outshining even the most brilliant golden seas, as she clutched the man's lean waist with sudden fervor.

"Why would you say that?" she inquired, curiosity lacing her tone.

Thaddeus, with a casual flick of his hand, encircled her slim lower back, their shadows on the sandy beach merging as one. "Just a wild guess," he quipped.

"Ugh." A pout formed on Evadne's lips, her disappointment visibly blooming.

Thaddeus hated to see her this way, so he scrambled for words. "Remember, the closest country to the North Sea is Helgen. Helgen's waters join the North Sea, too, and there's no other country beyond that. So I was thinking... maybe your mother ran into some trouble in Helgen and had to cross these waters as a stowaway? After all, Skyrim boasts the nation's second-largest port."

Evadne, impatient, asked, "But why must it be Helgen? Country T also lies along the North Sea."

"Country T is still a bit far, and didn't Suri say your mother was found battered and alone, with no other ships in sight? She must've swum for ages. Plus, the people of Country T have Southeast coast features, while Helgen's populace shares our own traits. So, my theory is perhaps your mother might indeed hail from Helgen."

The more Thaddeus spoke, the more convincing he found his own argument.

The more Evadne listened, the more sense it made to her. In her elation, she rose on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on the man's thin lips.

The sound of the water amplified the moment, flushing her cheeks with a bashful crimson.

But Thaddeus' gaze, now tinged with desire, was stirred anew by her action. He seized her warm, moist lips with a voracious hunger, teasing open her mouth with gentle nibbles and licks, seemingly insatiable in his exploration of her sweet taste.

Amidst the thunderous waves, Evadne's heart raced in tandem with the surging tide.

She reveled in the prolonged kiss, her thoughts adrift like the shimmering seafoam upon the water's surface.

His eyes reddened with passion as he fervently sucked on her ivory neck, branding her with marks of his own.

"Mmm, you're not thinking of doing it here, are you?" Evadne pushed against him weakly, her body melting into softness.

"Do you want to?" Thaddeus' breath grew heavy, teasing her. "Aren't you scared of getting caught?"

"Of course, I am!"

Evadne's fists pummeled his solid chest. "If we're seen, we'll be the talk of the town, plastered across the society pages! It won't just be scandalous and embarrassing, we'll be sentenced to community service! Me picking up trash, and you cleaning public restrooms, right?"

"I could do both – pick up trash and clean restrooms," Thaddeus replied, pressing her hand against his heart.

Evadne rolled her eyes in exasperation. The man's thought process was outlandish – was this really about job descriptions?

"Don't worry, Evadne," Thaddeus reassured her with a somber look in his dark eyes, slipping off his jacket to wrap her in it. His shirt strained against his muscular arms. "Even though my body yearns for you with a primal hunger, I wouldn't disregard the time and place or your feelings to give in to my baser instincts."

"Besides, if we were to indulge, it wouldn't be here. You could catch a cold, and I can't bear the thought of you falling ill."

Evadne rested her forehead against his chest, burrowing into his embrace, her voice muffled and soft. "Thaddeus, your analysis makes sense. Let's head back, and I'll reach out to Debby. She and her husband are well-acquainted with Helgen. Maybe they can help me uncover my mother's past."

"That's a good plan, but let's keep it from Emeric. He's still unwell," Thaddeus' gaze conveyed genuine concern, a heartfelt kinship towards Emeric.

Evadne nodded, her lashes drooping. "I won't ask my dad; if he doesn't want to talk, I won't press him. I'll find out about my mother's past on my own. I just don't understand why her history would be such a closely guarded secret. As a child, I accepted his silence, but now that I'm grown, as her only daughter, I have every right to know everything about her. No matter how unsavory her past, even if she were an international fugitive, in my heart, she will always be my beloved mother."

Thaddeus listened quietly, his heart aching in empathy.

As a boy in the grimy slums, the scorn and slander heaped upon his mother were constant. Accusations of her being a dancer, a prostitute, and him, a bastard child – they claimed she carried diseases from the men she was with.

He never believed those things about her.

Even if they were true, they couldn't erase the profound love he had for his mother.

Back in Elmsworth, Edith was immediately whisked to the best hospital by Mrs. Fairhaven and Gary and settled into a room.

"Mummy, Uncle Gary, thank you for bringing me back," Edith said weakly, her complexion ghostly pale.

"My sweet girl, you've been through so much."