His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 638

"I'm gonna pee on your grave! Who's the bedwetter now, huh?"

Evadne's cheeks blazed with embarrassment and anger as she pummeled Thaddeus' chest with her delicate fists, only managing to hurt her own hands in the process. "Your whole family wets the bed, except for Grandpa and Marilla!"

Thaddeus caught her flailing hands and pressed them against his heart, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Okay, okay, my bad. It's just my lousy brain acting up. When we're old and gray, I'll probably be the one with a nightly wetting problem."

Trying to maintain her indignation, Evadne traced lazy circles on his chest, but his words tickled her into a reluctant smile.

"What's really got you riled up, though? You scared the daylights out of me earlier," Thaddeus said, his voice softening as he caressed her cheek.

"I got my period," Evadne muttered, clutching the edge of the blanket and pursing her lips.

Despite their closeness as husband and wife, and their willingness to bare their souls to each other, Evadne, the refined heiress, always strove for elegance and self-control in her life.

Even in the throes of passion, she would start each encounter with a shy reserve, barely allowing herself to make a sound.

It was Thaddeus who gradually coaxed her into letting go, allowing her to surrender completely to the pleasure, to bloom with abandon in his embrace.

So this little embarrassment was a first for her.

"It's early, isn't it? Isn't it supposed to be another week or so?"

A look of concern deepened in Thaddeus' eyes as he gently lifted the covers.

Oh boy, it looked like a crime scene!

"Ugh. I feel weak and look at this mess. Can't sleep now!" The irritability that often accompanied a woman's cycle was starting to set in for Evadne as she rested her head on Thaddeus' shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. We've got nothing on tomorrow. No need to wake up early."

Thaddeus soothed her with his gentle voice, kissing her cheek. "Let's switch rooms for tonight, and I'll have Alva take care of the bedding in the morning."

"No, that's too embarrassing." Evadne quickly shook her head, feeling utterly mortified at the thought.

"Then we'll just toss them and get new ones."

"That's so lavish. Never mind, help me change them, and I'll wash everything come sunrise."

With that, Evadne clutched her abdomen and shuffled off to the bathroom, her body bent with discomfort.

Watching her delicate figure retreat, Thaddeus felt a bittersweet pang in his chest.

He remembered the days when she first became his wife.

Alva used to say that Evadne not only cooked for the family but also washed her own clothes and dressed modestly.

As the lady of the Abernathy Group, she was approachable and never put on airs.

Back then, Thaddeus had been convinced she was putting on an act for him, feigning superiority.

He'd been trapped in a terrible cycle of suspicion, much like his cold-hearted father.

He was sure that by marrying him, knowing he couldn't offer her love, Evadne was just displaying vanity.

How sad it was that he couldn't see the truth: that this girl truly loved him.

With a rueful smile, Thaddeus clenched his fist and pounded his chest in self-reproach, setting off a coughing fit that slightly eased his troubled heart.

In the shower, the warm water cascaded down Evadne's body, washing away all traces of discomfort.

As she stepped out, clean and wrapped in a towel, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Thaddeus, what are you..."

Thaddeus had procured a large basin and a stool and was vigorously scrubbing the bedding. His tall, strong frame looked incongruous hunched over the task, a sight both endearing and slightly comical.

"Mr. Thaddeus, you can do laundry?" Evadne exclaimed, as if she'd discovered a new world.

"I always could."

In no time, Thaddeus had the stains out, his smile easy. "Who do you think did my laundry back in military school? You think they assigned me my own maid?"

Watching him work so efficiently, Evadne rushed over and draped herself over his back, wrapping her arms around his neck, warmth filling her heart.

"Stop squirming, you've got your period, be careful not to hurt your back," Thaddeus chided, wanting to return her embrace but cautious of the suds on his hands.

"Thaddeus. I love you." Evadne whispered her confession, unable to hold back her feelings.

His heart skipped a beat at her words, and he turned to plant a tender kiss on her cheek. "I love you too. So very much."

Indeed, one can't hide under the same blanket and be different people.

Though born to affluent families, what they both yearned for was the simplest, most ordinary life.

After the commotion and with her period pains intensifying, Evadne couldn't help but wail in discomfort.

Thaddeus sacrificed his own rest, cradling her and tirelessly rubbing her stomach, trying every trick in the book to ease her pain.

"Going to avoid the cold from now on, aren't you?" he asked, pinching her side with a hint of reproach in his deep, resonant voice.