His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 643

After calming Suri down, Evadne and Thaddeus retreated to their room.

With the door locked behind them, Evadne's lips parted as if to speak, but Thaddeus, with his long arms, wrapped around her slender waist. His lips, trembling with anticipation, sealed hers in a precise kiss.

Her lovely eyes widened in surprise, but soon she closed her lashes and nestled into his neck, melting into his embrace like a warm bundle of cotton.

Yet he held her gingerly, as if fearing she might vanish into thin air if held too tight.

Their kiss was passionate and tangled, a fiery dance of lips and breath.

In the growing warmth of the room, her moans intertwined with his heavy breaths. Evadne felt his breath, the heat of his skin through his shirt, and the intoxicating dance of their tongues, all threatening to engulf her completely to dissolve her.

It was a long kiss, spinning her world until at last, Thad managed to pull back, his desire still unchecked.

"It's that time of the month, we can't."

Feeling the change in his body, Evadne blushed, her fingers playfully wrapped around his tie. "If you really need to, I can help you in other ways."

Thaddeus shook his head, his eyes brimming with unshed tears, and tenderly kissed her forehead, nose, and the corners of her lips.

"Thad."

"Does it still hurt here?"

His hand trembled as it caressed her flat belly, sending waves of warmth through her.

She understood his innuendo, a bittersweet ache filled her heart, but she managed a faint smile, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It stopped hurting a long time ago."

"I've been such a fool, and so wrong."

Thaddeus fought back his tears, "All the pain you've endured, and I'm just now... starting to understand. It shouldn't have been Suri kneeling at the Bright's doorstep. It should have been me."

"What are you talking about? . A man don't kneel easily. Why kneel to them?"

Evadne chided softly, tapping his forehead with her finger. "Back then, I had just come off the operating table, still groggy from anesthesia, unaware of anything around me. Had I known Suri would kneel before the Bright family for my sake, I would rather have lived without a womb than agree to her doing that."

The thought pained her, her words tinged with the sting of affection for Suri, "I know she did it for me. But if the price is to trample one's own dignity, I'd rather not have it."

Thaddeus' heart ached, the memory of his own cold abandonment haunting him.

She had just wanted to stay by his side.

"This is odd. I feel like everything has been off from the start."

Evadne changed the subject, her finger resting on her chin in thought, "Suri's acting strange, Chasel's acting strange, and Cassius even more so. I can't shake the feeling they're keeping something from us."

Thaddeus pondered, "Maybe there's an issue with the Bright family, and they can't talk about it. As for Cassius, he's always been close to Dr. Bright. With Dr. Bright being called away, he must be upset."

"Indeed, they're very close."

She thought, "Almost inseparable. Chasel was either whispering secrets into Cassius's ear or making him laugh, like a pair of love-struck teens."

Lucky for her, she wasn't into that sort of thing, otherwise, she'd be content just shipping them all day long.

"But seriously, for Warner to come at us alone, so brazenly, I never saw it coming." Thaddeus scooped Evadne off her feet, settling on the couch with her in his lap, his hand resting gently on her stomach, massaging.

Remembering their earlier confrontation, his gaze darkened.

If she had been at a disadvantage, he couldn't bear the thought.

"Hmph, no matter how wild he acts, my slaps must have put him in his place, right?"

Evadne wrapped her arms around his neck, her warm breath teasing his skin, igniting the embers of his desire, "The Bright family's audacity comes from their recent momentum. They've spearheaded a few medical research projects, and there's talk of a breakthrough drug for Parkinson's almost ready. If they succeed, Bright Biopharmacy won't just lead the country; they could become a global pharmaceutical powerhouse. The wealth that would generate is unimaginable. That's why they're so arrogant. By then, not just the Ashbourne family, but all four major families combined wouldn't hold a candle to them."

"It's easy to get carried away, but they should actually have something to be proud of first."

Thaddeus' lips curled into a wry smile, "Although the Abernathy Group isn't involved in pharmaceuticals, I know that developing a drug involves countless trials and is fraught with difficulties. If the Bright Group thinks they can dominate the market, let's see if they have the ability."

"And then there's my dad. Suri has followed him for years without recognition or title. Dad must feel some guilt. That's why the Bright family can twist that knife and send Warner to play the fool."

Evadne slapped her thigh in frustration, "Ah! When I think about my worrywart dad rushing back to work before he's fully recovered, it drives me crazy. He doesn't take care of himself, and there's nothing we can do about it!"

His thoughts were interrupted by Dylan's vibrating phone. After a brief conversation, Dylan's expression darkened, "Understood."

"What's happened?" Emeric inquired.

"Mr. Avery has arrived, Mr. Emeric. He's downstairs right now."

Emeric's jaw clenched, his mood turning somber.

"If you'd rather not see him, I'll go down myself and send him away."

"Let him up."

Dylan was taken aback, "Mr. Emeric, Mr. Avery is an enigma, and given your recent recovery, there's no need to push yourself."

"I must see him."

Emeric set his glass down and looked resolute, "He's not just Avery now; he's the President of the Chambers Group. Times have changed, and avoiding him would be unwise. Besides, he's shrewd. He's here to probe, under the guise of a visit. If I refuse, it'll raise suspicions."

Ten minutes later.

Avery, the epitome of vitality, walked into Emeric's office dressed in a sharp, tailor-made suit, carrying a thoughtful gift.

"Mr. Emeric, my congratulations on your recovery," Avery said, his smile warm, betraying no hint of their past animosity.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Chambers. But in business, it would be more appropriate to address me as Chairman Emeric," Emeric replied, sitting authoritatively behind his desk, his demeanor as commanding as ever.

Avery's smile deepened, "Okay, Mr. Emeric."

Emeric's brows furrowed.

The more he forbade, the more defiant the young buck became.

It was intentional!

"Though you're out of the hospital, you sound breathless and seem a bit pale," Avery observed, his eyes glinting coldly as he moved closer. "Could it be that your stroke has not fully healed?"