His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 893

Under a clear sky, the deep blue spanned endlessly.

After what felt like an eternity, the luxury car halted outside a grand private estate.

"We're here."

Cassius leaned over. His long arm wrapped around him, his broad and muscular frame enveloping him, unbuckling his seatbelt with ease.

It felt warmer than basking in the gentle glow of a morning sun.

"Why is it so quiet? Are we at the wrong place?" Chasel blinked in surprise.

Despite his sharp wit, in front of his lover, his brain seemed to slow down, turning him into the ultimate love-struck fool, easily teased and cajoled.

"No, we're probably just early. Let's go."

Cassius got out first, circled the car, and opened the door for Chasel himself, causing him to chuckle and squint his eyes.

"Why the special treatment, huh? Like the old saying goes, 'Unwarranted courtesy, either a plot or a theft, Mr. Cassius."

Cassius took his hand, pulling him out, and then with a firm tug, their tall, elegant figures pressed tightly together as if to merge into one:

"Do I seem that untrustworthy to you?"

The man's hot breath teased Chasel's ear, "Calling you a cunning fox couldn’t be more accurate. Your mind is a mess of thoughts."

The Bright family's second son couldn't withstand this. His ears turned a blazing red, whispering softly in his embrace:

"It's not that. It's just, for so many years, in love, I've always been the one deceived. Now that someone treats me this well, of course, I'm happy, overjoyed even. But sometimes it feels a bit surreal."

Cassius's grip on his waist tightened, his heart clenched.

In fact, even before he had made up his mind to be with him, he had already had someone investigate everything about his little fox.

It wasn't out of suspicion or distrust. He just wanted to know him better.

And then, he was astounded to discover—

This man, who seemed to have seen it all, who had a reputation for being a playboy, was actually the one who lost the most, who got hurt the most in every relationship.

Be it being conned out of money, deceived in love, or cheated on.

The little fox seemed starved for affection, always on the quest for true love, getting back up each time after being shattered, throwing himself wholeheartedly into love again and again.

Yet, he was proud, cared for his dignity, wanted to maintain appearances.

So, he acted indifferent, and over time, got labeled a playboy.

Cassius kept asking himself.

Was it really just his face, so similar to that person's, which drew him in?

No, it wasn't.

What truly moved him was his unyielding perseverance and his intense, burning desire for love.

Chasel wasn't afraid of Cassius's heart being barren and desolate; he was confident he could make it bloom with roses of his own.

"Cassius, you're too good to me."

Chasel lifted his handsome face, a trace of insecurity in his eyes, "Can you tone it down a bit? You're going to spoil me rotten."

"I can listen to anything you say."

Cassius's eyes were tender and deep, his breath heavy, "But not this. I can't."

Chasel's ears, then his cheeks, flushed red. He couldn't help but kiss those lips, biting and nibbling. Both of their Adams' apples bobbed involuntarily.

"Alright, it's about time. Let's continue this at home."

Cassius took Chasel's hand, striding into the estate.

Passing through the grand classical villa, two butlers in tailcoats pushed open the heavy, antique doors for them—

With the doors' dull thud, Chasel was momentarily blinded by the bright light, his heart pounding uncontrollably, his blood boiling, unable to calm down.

Before him, lay an ocean of white roses, wave upon wave crashing towards him.

Chasel covered his mouth, utterly stunned.

And he didn't notice that Cassius had disappeared from his side.

Cassius kissed his tenderly reddened earlobe, his breath seductive, "But you're more delicate than any flower, that I know best."

When serious, this man was dignified and reserved. But in moments of flirtation, he was utterly provocative!

Completely unconcerned with Chasel's well-being!

At that moment, both their phones buzzed incessantly, flooded with calls and messages from family and friends.

"Should we answer?" Chasel asked softly.

Cassius turned off his phone, his dark eyes smiling, "Let's not.

Tonight, I've booked the presidential suite at a six-star hotel. We're not going home."

Chasel's cheeks were aflame, a vivid scarlet that betrayed his inner turmoil.

What he desired, was also what he yearned for.

After indulging in a hearty lunch, Cassius wrapped his arms around Chasel's waist as they strolled out of the manor, heading toward the sleek convertible parked at the curb.

That afternoon, he planned to take his husband on an intimate tour of the countryside. The past few days had been consumed with proposal preparations, and he hadn't had the chance to truly enjoy some leisure time together.

Love, he mused, was a constant feeling of owing more.

Cassius gently guided Chasel into the passenger seat before going around to the driver's side—

Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, prompting him to whip around.

Behind him, the lush greenery swayed gently, no sign of anyone there.

"Cassius, what's up?" Chasel leaned over to peer at him through the window.

"Nothing."

Cassius flashed a small, reassuring smile and ducked into the car.

The engine roared to life, and with a burst of power, the convertible sped off.

Time seemed to stretch on until, from the depths of the foliage, a figure emerged, watching the car disappear into the distance. With a cold gaze, he stepped forward, crushing a solitary white rose underfoot.