His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470 

Evadne’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened as she locked gaze with Emeric’s dashing profile. 

Thaddeus’s eyes were filled with a tumult of tension and worry, his b*dy tout as a drawn bow, seemingly on the verge of dashing over to grab Evadine’s band and whisk her away without a second thought. 

Others like Frederic and the members of the Fairhaven cli 

clan, also had their colors drained from their faces. 

Particularly Edith, whose heart hammered away like a runaway train within her chest, stared at Evadne with a mix of anxiety and spite, though her words dripped with disdain, “Well, well, well, Ms. Evadne has a fiancé now? I wonder which lucky gentleman has the pleasure of joining fortunes with the Ashbournes? 

Frederic clenched his teeth fiercely. “No matter who the Ashbourne ally with, it will surely not be the Abernathy Group 

Edith’s l*ps curled up in triumph, her hanging heart settling back into place. 

Ford’s expression darkened visibly; he suspected Emeric was concocting a story to extricate his daughter, a mere excuse to brush off his 

advances 

At the derby, he had noticed Evadne’s closeness to Thaddeus, but such flirtations were dime a dozen in high society, it was nothing but a dalliance. If there had been a fiance, Emeric would have announced it there and then, not wait until now to drop the bombshell 

William, on the other hand, appeared unfazed, smiling as he said, “So the young Miss already has a betrothed? Congratulations indeed, May Lask which fortunate family the young man hails from?” 

Curiosity was piqued all around. 

Emeric’s smile was gentle and unforced as he glanced fleatingly towards Thaddeus 

Ford followed his line of sight and grimaced, knowing full well whom Emeric was observing 

“Oh my! Thad! Am I seeing things? Is Chairman Emeric looking at you? Jareth exclaimed with a high–pitched voice, shaking the man’s arm like a hyperactive groundhog. 

Thaddeus’s breathing was ragged, his forehead beading with sweat, but his voice remained deep, “Don’t overthink it Chairman Emeric is probably just using it as a pretext to fend off Ford.” 

“And why would Chairman Emeric bother looking this way? Couldn’t he just tell a white lie and be done with it?” 

Jareth was still visibly excited, ever the optimist. “It’s just us two here, and Chairman Emeric is definitely looking at you. He cant possibly be checking me 

out!” 

Thaddeus felt a tremor in his chest, struggling to control his breath 

His intense gaze was fixed on Evadne. 

for public 

The Ashbourne family has always conducted its affairs with discretion, including my daughter, who isn’t one to parade her private life fo consumption. Mr. William, tonight you meticulously planned this business dinner, and it would not do for our family matters to overshadow his event. Evadne and I agree that now is not the right time to announce an engagement. When the time is ripe, we will make it known.” 

Emeric’s gaze left Thaddeus as he continued, “When that time comes, Mr. William, if you’d be so kind, I will personally send an invitation for you to join us In Skyrm. How does that sound?” 

“The never been to Skyrim, heard it’s a place with crystal–clear waters and pristine beaches. You’ll have to let me know!?” William said, keeping up appearances beautifully. 

Evadne’s heart raced with disorder, grateful that Emeric had deftly steered the conversation away, allowing her to breathe a silent sigh of relief. Lately, Emeric had been unpredictable, at times almost unrecognizable, and then suddenly quite on point, as though he were two different people. 

The gossip–hungry crowd was left wanting more, murmuring amongst themselves. 

“Who exactly is Evadne’s fiancé? I saw Mr. Avery had been quite close to Chairman Emeric, and Mr. Jeff and the Chairman were like brothers. Maybe it’s Mr. Avery?” 

“Would he not show up tonight if that were the case? I suspect it’s Mr. Thaddeus. Wasn’t it obvious enough at the derby? Who was by Miss Evadne’s side when she was injured? If Mr. Avery was the fiance, wouldn’t he have shown up? That would be downright cold!” 

Nydia watched Evadne, her cheeks flushed with emotion, envy shimmering in her eyes 

Her father’s intentions were clear, her sister’s betrothed could only be Mr. Thaddeus. 

How wonderful to have her parents‘ blessing, to be with the one she loved. 

Even now, Nydia bore no resentment towards her sister or parents, 

The Dempsey family’s eldest son had played the villain, aiding the enemies of her sister and brother–in–law. The Dempseys‘ status was of no help. 

Lost in thought, Mydia’s eyes began to redden as she held back a world of pain. 

She was the least capable child in the family; if her own marriage could contribute to their cause. 

She was prepared to make any sacrifice. 

As the minor drama concluded, the dinner continued 

Willem and his son’s failure to secure an alliance with the Ashbourne family bolstered the confidence of the Abernathy Group and the Fairhaven Growth even stirring Matthew into action. 

Ford, rejected by Evadne, wore a face as sour and elongated as a used bandage. Though William didn’t show it, his son’s loss of face surely churned his 

insides. 

So, it seemed the Ashbournes were out of the running for the derby hotel project partnership. 

The music shifted, signaling the start of the ball 

Young nobles and debutantes paired off and took to the dance floor, twirling in a vibrant and joyous display. 

Evadne could tell her sister, Nydia, was as nervous as a kitten at the grand ball it was Nydia’s first time at such a high–society event, and Evadne was worried she might boh. To ease her nerves, the sisters sl*pped away to a quiet comer, chatting and sipping on fruit punches. 

Nydia was the center of attention, with many gentlemen casting fervent glances her way, each one itching to ask her for a dance. 

But the commanding presence of Miss Ashbourne was enough to keep them at bay. They admired from a distance, none daring to approach. 

Nydia kept her turmoil hidden from her sister, speaking only when necessary her words scarce and timid 

Evadne squeezed her sister’s cold hand and took a deep breath, “Nydia, I won’t let you leap into the fire. Trust me, I make sure you end up with the one you love 

“Exadne, I’m fine,” Nydia managed a quivering smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “An arranged marriage. I won’t object.It follow mom and dad’s wishes. You just be happy with Mr. Thaddeus and stop worrying about me.” 

“Sweet Nydia! What nonsense are you spouting? How can I possibly sacrifice your happiness for my Evadne’s voice cracked with urgency 

“If you can’t be with Jason, I’d rather stay single forever! 

own? What k kind of person would th 

I that make me?” 

“Evadne, don’t be stubbom. It’s my choice, and it has nothing to do with your Nydia was visibly distressed, about to continun her plea, when a badly pronounced English phrase interrupted them 

“Miss Evadne, may I have this dance?” 

The sisters looked up to find a dapper–looking Ford standing before Evadne bowing slightly and extending his hand in anticipation 

Evadne was unmoved, about to decline when Ford out her off. “Miss Evadne, you won’t give me a chance to court you but would you deny me a single dance? It’s just a social gesture, nothing more. I admire and respect you, with no ulterior motives. Won’t you grant me this one pleasure?” 

The room’s attention shifted toward them. 

Nydia frowned slightly seeing the predicament. Evadne clearly detested the blond–haired sultor, but refusal might seem arrogant. 

Stuck in an awkward silence, Evadne reluctantly began to raise her hand when suddenly a commanding figure swept in like a chill breeze. 

Before Ford could react, the slender, delicate hand he sought was snatched away! 

Evadne’s eyes widened as she was whirled into the spotlight of the dance floor, every eye upon them. 

As she locked gaze with Thaddeus’s dark, intense eyes, her b*dy trembled in his embrace, heat rising to her skin. 

His breath warmed her face as he gazed down at her, his fingers interlocked with hers, his arm litting gracefully, the other wrapped around her waist, his palm pressing firmly against the small of her back, through the thin fabric of her dress. 

Evadne tried to keep her composure as they danced, but her b*dy felt electrried, her breathing quickened, and she awkwardly tried to follow his land.