His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 

Jareth was summoned to a meeting by Barry Fairhaven, but halfway through, he received a call from Thaddeus, urging him to rush over to Sunset Ridge immediately This caused him to leave the Fairhaven meeting prematurely, under the surprised stares of his colleagues, Jareth raced to Thaddeus‘ villa. 

“What the heck!” 

Before he even reached the gate, he noticed a thick cloud of smoke billowing above the house, causing his face to turn pale in fear. He sprinted into the house without any hesitation. 

Eventually, he found Thaddeus in the backyard, burning items in a metal barrel. 

Thaddeus stood next to the flames, his handsome face pale and strained. The blaze reflected off his face, making him look like a desolate statue standing amidst a battlefield. 

Jareth, completely taken aback, quickly walked up to him and asked anxiously, “Thad, what’s going on? What are you burning?” 

Before his voice trailed off, Thaddeus threw another item into the fire. 

Upon a closer look, Jareth realized it was a picture of him and Acacia! 

“Did you bring me here after I was drugged?” Thaddeus suddenly asked. 

“Yeah, I only knew this place. Didn’t you used to come here often before?” Jareth replied, still trying to grasp the situation, “I couldn’t possibly take you back to Windermere Estate in that state, and it wouldn’t have been convenient to take you to my house either, so I figured this was the best place for you.” 

Thaddeus opened his eyes, “Did you call Evadne here?” 

“Yeah, when you were delirious, you kept calling out for Evadne. I felt obligated to help, so I tricked Evadne into coming here.” 

Jareth looked around, questioning in surprise, “Hey, where’s Evadne? Did she leave?” 

Suddenly, there was a loud bang! 

In a fit of rage, Thaddeus kicked over the burning barrel, his eyes strikingly red! 

Sparks flew, landing on Jareth. He tried to shield his face with his arms, but the hot sparks burned holes into his expensive suit, even singeing his hair! 

“What the heck! Thaddeus, have you lost your mind?! Were you trying to burn me as well?! I’m not made of paper!” Jareth exclaimed, trying to put out the sparks on his clothes. 

Thaddeus, still not fully recovered, was panting heavily, his shirt soaked with sweat. He glared at Jareth with fury in his eyes. 

“How could you bring her here, how could you!” 

“What’s wrong with this place?” Jareth asked, confused and oblivious to the severity of the situation. 

“This villa was a gift I gave to Acacia. You brought Evadne here. Were you trying to break her heart? Did you want her to hate me?!” Thaddeus was shaking uncontrollably, his voice hoarse with desperation. 

This scene terrified Jareth. 

They had been best friends since childhood. Thaddeus had never lost control like this before, and never directed his anger at him. 

He truly cared for Evadne. All he thought about was her. 

“Thad, I genuinely didn’t know.” 

“This villa, I had asked Gordon to sell it a long time ago, but it hasn’t been sold yet. The things in the villa, including these pictures of Acacia, I asked Gordon to get rid of them as soon as possible.” 

Thaddeus was shaking uncontrollably, his hands tightly clutching his hair. He was filled with regret, “It’s all my fault. If I had known this would happen.” 

Suddenly, Thaddeus collapsed to the ground! 

All of a sudden, as if the entire energy was drained, Thaddeus‘ straight b*dy collapsed on the ground with a thump! 

“Thad!” 

Jareth quickly rushed over to help him, “What’s going on? Why are you shaking so much? Are you cold, Thad?!” 

“Jareth, do you know,” Thaddeus‘ hands tightened on the ground, his dark eyes filled with tears, “the thing that hurt Evadne the mast were the memories of me and Acacia. The moment she saw the pictures, I knew it was over. We were over.” 

“It’s not over! Who said it’s over?!” 

Jareth watched as Thaddeus tortured himself over his feelings, his heart aching, “This is all my fault! You’ve been so busy and your health isn’t great. How could you have the time to deal with these trivial things? It’s all my fault! I’ll go explain to Evadne now. I’ll go explain!” 

Thaddeus held him back, shaking his head with a bitter smile, “In the end, it all started because of me. What’s the use of explaining? Even if I explain, can it erase the past where I hurt her?“, 

“Thad.” Jareth took a sharp breath, barely able to hold back his tears. 

Was there anyone in the world who suffered more in love than him? 

Jareth helped Thaddeus upstairs, and he fell asleep quickly. 

His post–traumatic symptoms were much more severe than he had imagined. If this happened in front of others, the consequences were unimaginable. 

Without a doubt, Thaddeus could lose everything he had worked so hard for over the past decade. 

As Jareth was coming downstairs, he bumped into Gordon who had just walked in. 

“Mr. Fairhaven.” Gordon had heard about the incident over the phone on his way, and he was filled with remorse, flushing in distress. 

“We can’t blame you entirely for this.” Jareth wished he could slap himself, regretting his actions deeply. 

“I’ll go explain to Ms. Ashbourne tomorrow. If she really can’t forgive Mr. Abernathy, I’ll resign. Gordon decided, rubbing his eyes 

“Don’t be ridiculous! You’ve been with Thad for almost a decade. Without you, he won’t even feel like eating.” 

Jareth rubbed his forehead helplessly, “I’m the one who caused the mess, I should be the one to settle it down. But for that to happen, Evadne needs to agree to see me. During this time, take good care of Thad. Don’t tell anyone about his illness, especially Hamilton!” 

Gordon clenched his teeth and nodded solemnly. 

After setting things straight, Jareth dragged his exhausted b*dy back to the love nest he shared with Marilla. 

On the way, he reminisced about Thaddeus‘ room when he had helped him back, the subtle scent lingering everywhere. 

Being an old hand at love, he could tell at a glance that they must have done something last night. 

If they could sleep together, it meant Evadne still loved Thaddeus. Was it because of some old photos that she couldn’t accept him? 

Was this jealousy? 

This was beyond jealousy. 

“Jareth!” 

Upon seeing Jareth return, Marilla ran up to him, throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him like a cute little koala. 

“Call me honey.” Jareth corrected gently. 

“Um, honey.” Marilla obediently changed it, her face flushing. 

“Good, honey, I will give you a k*ss.” 

Jareth’s big hand supported her small buttocks; his cool l*ps k*ssed her rosy l*ps, making a sizzling sound. 

After making out on the living room couch for a while, Jareth carried Marilla back to the bedroom, helped her undress, and took her to the bathroom for a bath. 

“Um, I want to bathe by myself.” Marilla hugged his neck and voiced her opinion. 

“Why bother when I can help you?” Jareth’s eyes sparkled with mischief, his smile wicked. 

“No, no, bathing with you is too exhausting, there’s too much…exercise.” 

“Oh? You don’t want to exercise with me? You don’t like it?” Jareth feigned surprise, raising an eyebrow. 

“No, I like it.” Marilla, her face as enticing as a ripe peach, admitted bashfully. 

Jareth, who was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open, suddenly became vigorous and full of vitality at the sight of his petite wife. 

The two soaked in the large, steam–filled bathtub, Jareth holding Marilla’s slim waist, his hands and actions demanding. 

Marilla had grown bolder since being with Jareth, and her bust had also grown substantially. 

Their S**ual harmony was surprising. Being with Marilla allowed Jareth to forget all his worries and indulge himself completely. 

Naturally, Marilla was a woman Jareth had personally trained, and he was enjoying the fruits of his labor. 

Afterward, Jareth held his petite wife as they left the bathtub. He placed a soft towel under her, his big hand gripping her slender waist as he placed her on the bathroom counter, helping her dry her hair and clean her b*dy. 

Marilla enjoyed being pampered by Jareth. Every time she would close her eyes in comfort and sway her feet happily. 

Tonight, Jareth didn’t talk much; even during their lovemaking, he didn’t tease her with his usual flirty remarks. 

It seemed he had something on his mind. 

“Honey?” Marilla called him softly. 

Jareth snapped out of his thoughts, immediately asking with a smile, “What is it?” 

“Are you upset? Did something unpleasant happen?” 

Seeing Marilla’s considerate behavior, Jareth couldn’t hold back, and honestly replied, “Yes, it’s about Thaddeus, and your former sister–in–law.” 

“Evadne? What happened to her? And to Thaddeus?” Marilla asked anxiously. 

Jareth pondered for a moment, thinking that even though they were not yet married, he had already treated her as his wife, and he should not hide anything from her. Moreover, she was a woman now, and she should know some of the complex relationships involved. 

“Marilla, to be precise, it was my fault. Because of me, Thaddeus and Evadne had a big fight, and I don’t know how to help them reconcile.” 

He then spilled the beans about Thaddeus being drugged, and him bringing Evadne to take care of Thaddeus. 

Marilla listened quietly, her eyes sparkling, but she didn’t say anything. 

“I was too hasty and careless in this matter.” 

Jareth grimaced, feeling increasingly guilty the more he thought about it, “They never shared a bed while they were married, and now that they’re divorced, I’ve pushed them together. It’s so unfair to Evadne. I really deserve to die!” 

“Evadne and Thaddeus have done it before.”