His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369 

Elvis‘ lashes fluttered wildly, his heart pounding at an insane rate. 

It wasn’t often that his heart took off at such a cl*p, but this time, it was because of the restless woman in his arms. 

Not that he’d fallen for her. Rather, she bore a striking resemblance to Evadne, enough to throw him off balance. Holding his “sister“, who was flirting up a storm, left him feeling rather disoriented. 

“Ugh. I feel sick.” Elsie’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as her delicate b*dy fell down. 

She’d had quite a bit to drink and had danced away the night. Now her stomach was rebelling against her, “Can you help me to the bathroom? I can’t take it.” 

If it was any other woman, Elvis would have stayed away from her as far as possible without a second thought. 

But her face made it difficult for him to refuse. With a firm grip, he hoisted Elsie up, her lithe b*dy barely weighing anything in his strong arms, and strode towards the restroom. 

The dancing floor was buzzing with surprise. 

“Damn! That guy’s strength is amazing! I wish I could feel what it’s like to be held by him!” 

“It’s like he’s the boyfriend from all our dreams!” 

“But don’t you think the woman he’s carrying away looks a lot like Evadne Ashbourne, the socialite who’s been the trending topic multiple times?!” 

“Could it be Evadne? I noticed when she came in. She has the same face as Evadne!” 

“Get real! Why would the daughter of the Ashbourne family be here? And where are her b*dyguards? Her father is Emeric Ashbourne, for heaven’s sake! It’s probably just some woman who got plastic surgery to look like Evadne.” 

Elvis couldn’t take Elsie into the ladies‘ room, so he took her to the men’s room instead. 

Inside, two men were taken aback as they saw the icy–looking man carrying a beautiful woman into the bathroom. They didn’t know whether to finish what they were doing or stop it midway. 

“Are you done? Get lost!” Elvis ordered, kicking the door for emphasis. 

The two men quickly zipped up and scooted away, making sure to close the door behind them. 

Elsie leaned over the sink, throwing up violently. 

Elvis leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette, occasionally appraising her with the corner of his eyes. 

Perhaps due to their brief interaction, he was beginning to realize that she didn’t resemble his sister as much as he’d initially thought. 

After all, his sister Evadne was a beauty beyond compare, unrivaled in grace and elegance. 

Elsie finished throwing up, washed her face, and rinsed her mouth. Looking into the mirror, she saw her pale face, as if she’d just recovered from a serious illness. 

This face looked exactly like Evadne, chosen so carefully by Avery. 

Suddenly, a sharp pain seared in her heart, She clutched her chest, massaging it gently as she forced a bitter smile onto her l*ps. 

“All done throwing up? Sobered up?” 

“Ah!” Elsie seemed to notice him for the first time, letting out a surprised yelp. 

“For the record, I’m the one who brought you in here.” 

Elvis crossed his arms and looked at her, amusement in his eyes, “You couldn’t stop calling me ‘hottie‘ and asking me to take you to the restroom. Now that you’re done, you’re ready to forget about me? Think I’m someone easy to take advantage of, miss?” 

“When did I ask you to bring me in here? This is the ladies‘ room. You should leave immediately.” Elsie swayed slightly, but her wariness hadn’t diminished. 

Now that her mind was a bit clearer, she took a good look at Elvis. He was tall and handsome, with striking eyebrows and expressive eyes. 

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of wit and nonchalance, with a touch of laziness, as if nothing could disturb his peace. 

A blush crept up Elsie’s cheeks, her heartbeat quickening. 

She could hardly believe that she was experiencing these strange emotions for a man other than Avery. 

“Ladies‘ room? You think this urinal belongs in the ladies‘ room?” 

Elvis smirked, “You’re the one who should leave, miss.” 

Elsie’s face turned even redder with embarrassment. Just as she was about to turn and leave, Elvis abruptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

Elsie crashed into the man’s firm chest again, the impact making her scalp tingle and her heart race uncontrollably. 

Elvis stared at her with intense eyes, a teasing smile on his l*ps, “Leaving just like that? You haven’t even thanked me yet.” 

“Thank you.” Elsie’s eyes sparkled, her breath uneven. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like someone?” The man’s warm breath brushed against her blushing nose, and his icy eyes softened slightly. 

Elsie’s heart lurched, and she struggled to break free, but Elvis held her tight. 

“No, I’m not like anyone. I’m just me.” 

For some reason, she felt timid and insecure. 

This face was liked by Avery. 

People liked the original owner of this face, Evadne Ashbourne, the daughter of the Ashbourne family. 

“Alright then, tell me who you are” 

Elvis‘ probing gaze lingered on her obviously frightened face, “What’s your name?” 

“I’m…” 

Before she could finish, her phone rang. 

She hurriedly took it out and saw the word “Boss” on the screen. Her face turned pale, and she mustered all her strength to break free from Elvis‘ arms and rushed out like a lost soul. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as he followed her. 

Elsie didn’t dare to exit from the main entrance and instead chose to sneak out through the back door. 

As soon as she stepped outside, a bright spotlight hit her face, making her squint and shield her face with her arm. 

A b*dyguard approached her. 

“Miss Archer, the boss is waiting for you. Please, come this way.” 

“Okay.” 

At that moment, Elsie was completely sober. She walked towards the black luxury car with a heavy step. 

Inside sat the man she yearned for day and night. 

Yet now, with her beloved so close, all she felt was fear. 

The car door opened, and Elsie cautiously slid into the seat. 

As soon as the door closed, Avery’s clear voice, heavy with anger, echoed in the darkness. 

“What did I tell you, huh? I explicitly forbade you from returning to Elmsworth without my permission. Have you so quickly forgotten?” 

“S–sorry, Mr. Chambers.” 

Before Elsie could finish her sentence, her vision blurred, and a choking sensation gripped her throat, rendering her unable to breathe. 

A cold glint passed behind Avery’s golden–rimmed spectacles as he expertly twisted Elsie’s neck, pushing her mercilessly into the car seat. 

“Sorry? That’s it, just sorry? Do you have any idea how much trouble your reckless actions could cause me?” 

“I’m sorry.” Elsie’s face flushed deep red; her consciousness began to blur. 

“I told you, your face should only appear at The Velvet Haven in Elmsworth, hidden during the day and only out at night. You’re my ace in the hole, my priceless possession. You do as I command. You have no business parading around, nor the right to act recklessly!” 

Avery’s eyes were filled with menace, his grip on her neck tightening, as if he wanted nothing more than to snap her neck right there and then. 

Harvey, sitting shotgun, noticed Elsie was almost unable to make it. With a sheen of panic sweat, he quickly interceded for Elsie, “Mr. Chambers, Ms. Archer can’t take much more! Please, for her years of loyalty, let her off this once. Yes, she disobeyed you by sneaking back. But wasn’t it to see you? Everything she did was for you. Please, let her off this time!” 

Avery coldly examined her face, as if it were a prized work of art, exhaled a breath of exasperation and released her. 

Elsie was drenched in sweat, her face paling gasping for breath, and looking tearfully at Avery. 

Even after such treatment, she didn’t harbor a hint of resentment. She was only concerned that she had angered him. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Chambers. I’m sorry.” Elsie clutched her neck in pain, continuously apologizing to him in a pitifully abject manner. 

Without sparing her a glance, Avery withdrew a pristine white handkerchief from his pocket, leisurely wiping his hands. He tossed the handkerchief out of the window with a look of distaste, “About your face, after we return, you’ll have to spend money to take good care of it. If not for that face I would have strangled you already.”