His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1240

The man trembled uncontrollably.

“I’m Mors,” Cassius said, his eyes fixed on Chasel as he effortlessly stepped onto the platform.

Fueled by music and alcohol, Chasel was in a state of euphoric delirium. He was completely unaware of the man before him, whose eyes, filled with a mixture of tears and blood, were drinking in his every move. The gaze was searing, tender, and laced with a profound sorrow that seemed to wash over Chasel’s form, blurring it and bringing it back into sharp focus, again and again.

“You new here? What’s your price for the night?” Chasel’s foxy eyes curved into crescents as he reached out and traced the sharp line of the man’s jaw. “You’re handsome enough… but… why do you look so much like someone I absolutely despise?”

A sharp pain lanced through Cassius’s heart, but he moved with the motion, wrapping an arm around Chasel’s waist and pulling him close. “I’m new. Would Mr. Bright do me the honor of helping me meet my quota?”

Chasel’s eyes, shimmering like autumn pools, blinked at him, unfocused.

Cassius’s own eyes reddened. His hand tightened on Chasel’s waist, his voice a low, husky tremor. “I promise, I won’t disappoint you.”

From his post by the stage, Winston’s jaw dropped. Was this the same Hex he knew? He was laying it on thick.

Cassius’s magnetic voice and hot breath on his neck sent a shiver down Chasel’s spine. His vision swam, and the man’s familiar, heart-breaking face slowly came into focus. A sudden, violent wave of grief and anger exploded in his chest.

“Get off me! Don’t touch me!”

“Ugh—!”

The sudden stillness after his wild dancing must have been too much. Chasel’s stomach churned, and he shot up, throwing his arms around Cassius and vomiting all over his expensive, custom-made suit.

Winston, a notorious germaphobe, felt his own stomach turn. If it had been him, he would have lost his mind. But Cassius simply took a handkerchief from his inner pocket and patiently wiped Chasel’s mouth, completely ignoring the mess on himself. He was so tender, so devoted, it was almost painful to watch. He even seemed to cherish the soiled embrace.

“Chasel, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?” Cassius gently gripped his shoulders, his gaze fixed on Chasel’s tear-filled eyes. His voice trembled with each word. “Tell me, what will it take… for you to give me one more chance?”

“Hah…” Chasel looked at him with cold indifference, his teeth clenched. “Forgive you? For using me as a substitute? As a plaything to cure your boredom? As a bandage for the hole in your heart? As an outlet for your emotions? How can someone as despicable as you have the audacity to ask for my forgiveness? Why don’t you just die? Go on and die! I’ll forgive you when you’re dead!”