His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 753

On the way back, Dean was behind the wheel, while Lily sat in the passenger seat, trying to comfort Jareth.

"Mr. Fairhaven, we need to keep our eyes peeled these days."

Lily pondered for a moment before speaking up, "The owner behind the Velvet Haven is Avery. After the ruckus we caused tonight, he's bound to catch wind of it. I'm afraid he'll use the incident with you handling Gary to play some dirty tricks on you."

"It doesn't matter. Gary was just a toothless cur to begin with."

Jareth's voice, usually sharp and haughty, was now hoarse and burning with intensity, "I got what I came for. Gary’s men hurt your leg, and I took his arm for it. We're even now. As for the rest, let it be. Who cares?"

"Mr. Fairhaven, thank you for avenging me."

Eyes brimming with tears, Lily choked up before managing to finish her sentence, "But I hope this is the last time. I can take care of my own battles from now on. I don't want you to get into trouble for someone like me again."

Jareth's lips, pale as death, formed a thin, straight line, and he remained silent.

"Mr. Fairhaven, are you heading home now?" Dean asked through the rearview mirror, glancing at Jareth, who appeared to be resting with his eyes closed.

"Home? huh, do I even have a home?"

Jareth coughed bitterly; his throat felt as if he had swallowed the bitterest gall of the world, the bitterness almost too much to bear, "The moment Marilla left, I lost my home. I can't bring myself to go back there."

These days, he had no place to go, staying at the presidential suite of a hotel. With his financial resources, he could buy a dozen villas without batting an eye, yet he couldn't bear to live alone in an empty house.

Every place that felt like home reminded him painfully of Marilla, and every corner brought back memories of the happy times they had spent together. Missing her was more torturous than death by a thousand cuts, he was barely hanging on.

"Lily, give me a cigarette," Jareth's voice was broken and hoarse.

Lily, holding back her own distress, dissuaded him seriously, "No, Mr. Fairhaven, you've been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking are bad for your stomach. You have a heavy burden to bear; you can't fall now! So stop harming yourself!"

Before her voice trailed off, Dean slammed on the brakes, jolting everyone in the car.

"What's going on?" Jareth's eyes opened slightly.

Dean's forehead was slick with sweat as he laid on the horn, "Mr. Fairhaven, we've got a car ahead playing chicken, and they won't give way."

Lily noticed that the car, though not as luxurious as the Fairhaven Group's, had a distinctive black-and-white license plate.

In Elmsworth, only government officials or people with special privileges drove cars with such plates. So, following the principle of “better safe than sorry” for the evening, Lily reluctantly told Dean, "Back it up."

"Drive through," Jareth commanded coldly.