His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 653

Chapter 653 

Upon hearing this, Dr. Winston looked discomforted, “Hex, your friend’s skin was cut open and flesh was torn; it’s no normal wound. I’ll have to patch him up before I can give you the full report.” 

Cassius stared at the raw lacerations crisscrossing Chasel’s body, the ache in his chest spreading like wildfire. 

“Some of these might need stitches. I doubt we can avoid some battle scars.” 

Seeing Cassius‘ face grow stormier by the second, Dr. Winston offered a wry smile in consolation, “Hey, a few scars on a guy just add to his rugged charm, right? Your friend’s not the prissy type, is he?” 

Cassius‘ face twisted into a scowl. Not the prissy type? 

The guy who wouldn’t let a single drop of olive oil stain his designer suit, who’d go for a full wardrobe change if it did – he was not the prissy type? 

If he was not, then no one would be prissy on this planet. He could already picture it – the nuclear meltdown Chasel would have when he saw his marred back after waking up. 

“Just do your best, please.” 

“He’s your guy. How could I not give it my all?” Dr. Winston responded, the term “your guy” sending a faint blush across Cassius‘ cheeks. 

It took over two hours, but Dr. Winston meticulously treated every wound, sparing no expense with all his finest ointments. 

Once the man on the bed was breathing steadily in slumber, Cassius finally felt a whisper of relief. 

“Check his body temperature in the morning. If he’s fever–free, we’ll be golden, Winston wiped sweat from his brow. 

“Dr. Winston, I can’t thank you enough,” Cassius offered his heartfelt gratitude. 

“Hex, drop me ‘Doctor‘, will ya? Makes me uncomfortable.” 

Dr. Winston locked eyes with him, deep and sincere, “Just like old times, call me Win.” 

Cassius‘ lips parted, a choked whisper escaped, “Win.” 

“Yep,” Dr. Winston’s voice was crisp, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. For that one address, he’d walk through fire and brimstone a thousand times over. 

Cassius couldn’t bear to leave Chasel’s side, yet he dared not sleep next to him for fear of jostling his injuries. So, he made do with the couch, intending to keep vigil over his little fox until dawn. 

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But fatigue crept in, and by the witching hour, he succumbed to a restless slumber. 

In the haze between sleep and wakefulness, Cassius sensed the cool scent of medicinal cream and felt a heavy weight upon him. 

With a surge of willpower, he snapped his eyes open. 

“Cassius.” 

Bathed in the soft glow of the moon, Cassius saw Chasel, bare–chested, straddling him, his skin so pale it almost glowed, glistening with a sheen of sweat. 

His charming face was still flushed with fever, his legs trembling, clenching Cassius as if afraid he might escape. 

Their eyes locked, breaths quickening in the still room, the air thickening with tension. 

“What are you doing?” Cassius‘ voice was controlled, though the veins on his hand betrayed his inner turmoil. 

“I got feverish.” Chasel’s gaze grew hazy, panting as he touched his burning forehead, “I dreamed of you; then I woke up to see you. I couldn’t believe you were actually here. I just needed to make sure this is real.” 

In the darkness, Cassius‘ neck and ears flushed red. His breathing deepened, and slowly, he raised his hand, his warm palm settling on Chasel’s abdomen, caressing his unnaturally smooth skin. 

“So, do you still think you’re dreaming?” 

Chasel shivered as if shocked, and then leaned down passionately, almost fiercely, pressing his lips to Cassius“. 

Their silhouettes intertwined, the room filled with the sound of passionate whispers. 

“Cassius, let me be with you, please. I don’t need anything else, just let me stay by your side, even if we have to hide forever.” 

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Cassius‘ eyes swirled with profound affection, no longer able to contain or resist. He couldn’t hide it any longer, nor could her stand it. He was acutely aware of his actions, more lucid than ever. 

“From now on, I’m your little fox, yours only.” 

Chasel, tears blending with sweat, nestled into Cassius‘ bare yet solid chest, never before feeling such bliss. 

Meanwhile, Avery had his hands full dealing with the mess the Ashbourne family had caused for the company. 

The losses from the resort project in Country T had been mitigated with visits to the victims‘ families, accompanied by generous compensation. He also orchestrated a media blitz to salvage the Chambers Group’s image. 

Behind the scenes, with a mix of money and seduction, he had won over the Country T officials handling the case. They agreed to downplay the incident, ensuring it wouldn’t affect the project’s continuation. 

Elsie had made sacrifices in this too. 

Ever since Eden’s incident, Avery had stopped making her sell her body, but she still had to navigate the murky waters of high–ranking officials and seedy men for Mr. Chambers’s benefit. 

It was her last vestige of value by his side. She was past the point of no return. 

Having lost her worth as Evadne’s double, if she lost this too, Avery would discard her completely. 

And to be discarded by others was merely to be dropped. But to be discarded by Mr. Chambers was to be destroyed. 

Elsie, with her fate full of hardship, had clawed her way to the present, yearning to live well. She didn’t want her life’s sorrows to culminate in a tragic end.