His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492 

Jareth felt every hair on his b*dy stand or end as he saw Evadne’s brother, Elvis, stride into the room with the casual swagger of a rockstar. 

People called Jareth the “Grim Reaper,” but in the presence of Elvis, Jareth might as well have been Casper the Friendly Ghost. And since Elvis was Evadne’s brother, well, Jareth wouldn’t dare lift a finger against him. 

“Mr. Fairhaven, I’m so sorry.” Lily panted, her gaze filled with regret as she looked at Jareth. 

Jareth swallowed hard, his voice rising urgently, “Don’t be foolish! The mighty Elvis doesn’t stoop to brawling with women. That’s just bad form!” 

“So what, I’m supposed to stand here and let she beat the daylights out of me?” 

Elvis yawned with the indifference of someone who had seen it all, “Do I look like a masochist to you?” 

His words left Jareth without a comeback. 

He knew Lily too well; fierce and loyal, with eyes only for her master. Anyone who dared cross her boss would face her wrath, no holds barred. 

“But you’re right, I don’t hit women.” 

With a devil–may–care shrug, Elvis released his grip and raised an eyebrow suggestively, “Lucky for you, dollface, you’re a woman. Otherwise, I would’ve snapped those kitty claws of yours already.” 

“Jerk!” 

Lily was fiercely proud and couldn’t tolerate such humiliation. She clenched her fists, ready to go another round, but Jareth’s stern voice halted her. 

“Lily! Stand down! He’s Ms. Ashbourne’s brother!” 

Lily froze, her eyes wide with realization. 

Her brother? 

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The man before her wild and untamed like a lone wolf was Evadne’s brother, the scion of the Ashbourne family? 

Elvis playfully stuck out his tongue at the stunned Lily before turning a cool, hard gaze on Jareth. 

“Evadne and Thaddeus, they’re with you, aren’t they?“. 

Inside the room, there was a tender atmosphere. 

Evadne noticed a bruise on Thaddeus’s face, a mix of shock, anger, and concern flitting across her features as she cradled his face, “Who did this? Tell me!” 

“I fell on the way here,” Thaddeus offered a weak, wry smile, caressing her hands gently. 

“Bull! You fell face–first? Are you that clumsy?” 

Evadne’s cheeks flushed with anger, “When you visited the other day, did Emeric and my brothers rough you up?” 

Thaddeus hastened to assure her, “No, really, it wasn’t that.” 

“It was them! It had to be! You were in the peace corps, for crying out loud, you can handle yourself. Even Elvis could only hold his own against you! Who else could’ve done this to you unless you stood there and took it?” 

Tears swirled in Evadne’s eyes as she hesitated to touch the bruise, not wanting to cause more pain, “Even if you have a beef, there’s no excuse for hitting the face! What’s wrong with them?” 

Thaddeus’s eyes were soft with affection, already over the incident. 

Yet seeing his girl in such distress, he was a maelstrom of happiness, sadness, and regret. His eyes reddened as he tightly grasped her hand, unwilling to let go. 

“Evadne, none of that matters. Nothing is as important as having you back by my side.” 

His voice thick with emotion, Thaddeus nearly choked on the last few words. 

With tears streaming down her face, Evadne threw herself into his arms, “Thaddeus, I’m back. I never want to leave you again.” 

Suddenly, urgent knocks disrupted the moment. 

“Thaddeus! Evadne! Open up!” 

Evadne and Thaddeus exchanged puzzled glances, “Is that Marilla?” 

Thaddeus lifted her from the bed, supporting her waist as they approached the door and opened it- 

Marilla stood there, eyes red–rimmed and cheeks smeared with frosting, “Thaddeus! Evadne! Trouble! Someone’s after Evadne!” “Trouble?” The couple was taken aback. 

The next second, Elvis’s tall, fean figure materialized behind Marilla, his eyes clouded with a frosty mist. 

“Evadne.” 

“Elvis!” 

Evadne paled, crying out, “Thaddeus! Close the door, quick!” 

Thaddeus, usually calm and collected, was momentarily flustered at the sight of Elvis. 

But Marilla snapped to action, beads of sweat on her forehead as she scrambled to help close the door. 

Yet, no matter how fast she was, she wasn’t faster than Elvis, whose strong hand forcefully stopped the door from shutting. Marilla pushed with all her might, but couldn’t close the gap. 

Seeing his once close sister now as terrified and resistant as if seeing a ghost, Elvis sighed deeply, a wry smile on his face. “Evadne, don’t hide from me. I didn’t come to drag you back.” 

Thaddeus’s eyes trembled, and Evadne stared in disbelief, “Huh? Elvis.” 

“I never intended to keep you two apart.” 

Elvis looked at the couple who had suffered so much yet couldn’t find peace together, his heart heavy, “I came to make sure you were safe, not sick, or hurt. Don’t be afraid.” 

Those simple words struck straight to Evadne’s heart! 

Elvis was visibly moved, his l*ps pressed tightly together. 

After all this time, he never would have imagined that among Evadne’s family, there would be someone willing to stand by him, someone willing to trust him. 

“Elvis!” 

Evadne stepped forward and embraced him, and he returned the embrace warmly, tenderly stroking her hair, “You silly girl. Jumping from a five–story building to get away. If you had hurt yourself, how could we live on?!” 

“Evadne!” Thaddeus’s eyes widened in shock! 

“I’m fine, aren’t I? It was just five floors.” Evadne sniffled, unabashedly wiping her nose on Elvis’s black shirt. 

“I know you too well. Who could ever stop you from doing what you set your mind to? Forget about five floors. You just jumped out 

of an airplane on Star Island!” Elvis scolded, his eyes filled with affection as he pulled out his tie and tenderly wiped her nose. 

The one woman who could make Elvis melt had always been, and would only ever be, her. 

“Can we please stop the nonsense now!” 

Evadne sniffled, her nose a bright shade of red from crying. 

Just then, Jareth rushed in, anxiety creasing his forehead. 

Relieved to see that things were relatively calm, he took a deep breath and pulled Marilla into his embrace. 

“Uh. Jareth, did I misunderstand this gentleman?” Marilla lifted her innocent face, filled with guilt. “I thought he was a bad guy.” 

“Indeed, this gentleman is not a bad guy.” 

He’s the devil himself! Even the bad guys would call him ancestor! 

After calming Evadne down, Elvis coolly raised his eyelids and approached Thaddeus. 

“Mr. Ashbourne, thank you for giving me a chance,” Thaddeus rasped, his voice low. 

Suddenly, everything went dark before his eyes! 

Elvis’s brow twitched violently, and he threw a punch straight at Thaddeus’s face! 

“Thad!” 

“Elvis! Stop!” Evadne tried to intervene, but it was too late! 

Thaddeus remained unfazed, ready to take the blow. 

But just half an inch from his nose, Elvis stopped, letting out a cold laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. I’m just making sure my sister isn’t heartbroken over you. Did you really think your dirty tricks would fly with me?” 

Thaddeus felt as though his heart was crushed by a heavy stone, trembling with pain, “I’m sorry. I know I deserve the worst, but still, thank you for not taking Evadne away. Even if it’s just for a little while. Being with her, every second, every minute, is a treasure to me.” 

Elvis paused, slowly withdrawing his hand. 

Evadne, unable to wait any longer, returned to Thaddeus’s side, interlocking their fingers tightly. 

“Let’s talk about something happier,” Elvis said, his voice softening as he didn’t want to play the villain in his sister’s eyes. “Evadne, that woman who looks almost exactly like you, I’ve found her hideout.” 

The news Elvis brought was a monumental gift for Evadne and Thaddeus! 

Jareth perked up as well, but he didn’t want Marilla tangled up in this mess, so he sent her back to her room with Lily and stayed behind for the juicy details. 

Thaddeus held Evadne close on the sofa, listening intently as Elvis recounted his encounter and skirmish with Elsie. 

Including how Elsie had hidden weapons, tried to seduce him, but ended up being outwitted by him–all was laid bare. 

However, he didn’t tell them- 

That night, Elsie had given him a sudden electrifying k*ss, a gentle nibble that turned passionate. 

Amidst the deep k*ss, he remembered her soft sobs, tears streaming down her face. 

She came for his life, and she was the one crying? 

“Damn, this is so freaking mystical!” Jareth was dumbfounded. 

Elvis glanced at him with disdain, “There’s always one fool in a crowd.” 

Jareth clenched his teeth, his face screaming “patience.”