His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 807

Thaddeus' heart was racing, and his lips quivered slightly as his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her, yet he couldn't muster the words.

What had he done to deserve these two titans of their world—this father and daughter pair—breaking their backs over him?

"When Chad shows up, he's bound to win the public's sympathy, including your father's," Evadne said, her eyes clouded with worry.

"If he harbors any thoughts of replacing you, then the court of public opinion will become a sharp blade in his hands."

"Thaddeus, you should know that words can inflict the deepest wounds."

As her words hung in the air, Thaddeus lifted her delicate chin and planted a fervent kiss upon her soft, rosy lips.

He gently caressed that tempting softness, gradually deepening the kiss. Her hands pressed against his firm chest as she breathed heavily, a flush of emotion coloring her cheeks.

After a moment, they parted, and Thaddeus' eyes were filled with tenderness as he cradled the woman he had turned into a docile lamb with his kisses, holding her tightly as though fearing someone might snatch her away.

"I promised to be your guardian. How come it seems like everything's flipped now?"

Evadne, her forehead resting against his broad shoulder, her eyes brimming with a warm smile, replied,

"You forgot, you're the god, and I'm the goddess. The only one who can handle you is me."

Thaddeus frowned and chuckled, his hand fondly kneading the nape of her neck, "I can't believe you still remember such cheesy lines."

Her eyelashes fluttered as she wrapped her arms tighter around his waist, "Every word you've ever said, I remember them all."

In their passionate love story, she remembered everything since their first meeting when she was eleven—every single detail. Her mind was like a high-precision computer, typing in a keyword to bring forth crystal-clear memories of any given day.

But Thaddeus didn't necessarily remember everything about them.

No, it wasn't that he didn't remember.

He just didn't know that in the most critical moments of his life, her figure was always there.

The divine do not let people know of their presence.

The divine only protect, in silence and without words.

The wake ended, and Chad avoided the press, slipping out the back door of the funeral home.

The luxury nanny van cruised steadily towards Windermere Estate.

The van was silent, as Chad was resting with his eyes closed, and from the driver to Alexia, no one dared even to breathe too loudly.

"Huh," suddenly, the man chuckled.