His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 997

Originally, Avery didn't want to lay a finger on her.

It was because he loved her too much—so much that it hurt, so much that he couldn't bear to do it.

He also knew that this wedding was far from perfect, far from respectable, and downright ridiculous, even ludicrous.

Yet, he couldn't resist. Even in the final moments of his life, he couldn't bear the thought of her not wanting to lie to him, to put on an act just for his sake.

As Avery's immaculately white chest was exposed, a bead of sweat traced a path down his well-defined abs, the pale skin flushed with a dark desire.

Evadne's eyes widened in terror, her cheeks burning with shame.

Pain, she felt it all over.

Every organ, every nerve ending, felt disgraced and agonized!

Just as Avery's well-defined hand reached to tear at her nightgown—

He suddenly felt the cold sensation of metal, and his breath hitched!

Out of nowhere, Evadne had procured a sharp little knife, now pressed against his chest.

A mere inch to the side, and it would pierce his heart!

"Evadne, where did you get that?" Avery, momentarily stunned, then smiled gently, without even a twitch of his brow.

"If you touch me… I'll kill you!"

Evadne's eyes were bloodshot, her voice hoarse from screaming, her hand trembling uncontrollably on the handle of the knife.

That day, she had gone to see Hans, who had left in a hurry and forgot to put away the little knife he used to slice apples. She quickly took it and hid it under her pillow.

She had been injected with a dose of anesthetic, enough to move but not with any strength.

At this moment, she was using all her might.

If he touched her again, she would kill him, she was certain of it!

A smile played on Avery's lips, his eyes softening with affection as he inched closer, his chest meeting the tip of the knife.

"You…?!" Evadne was utterly shocked, barely able to hold the knife steady.

"Evadne, I don't have much longer to live."

Avery's body trembled with pain as blood trickled down from the knife tip, "I've got a terminal illness, my days are numbered.

Will you keep me company in the last days of my life?"

"You've done evil deeds… killed so many innocent people. This is your just deserts!"

Evadne yelled through tears, "Avery, do you think you can die comfortably? Impossible!

As the cold night gave way to dawn, a speedboat, having braved the stormy seas, quietly approached ROSE Island, making landfall.

Thaddeus and Elvis jumped off the boat, their black combat clothes soaked through by the sea.

Elvis, also a military academy graduate, was in top physical condition, but after drifting in the icy sea all night, he was utterly exhausted, his lips tinged with a bluish hue, shivering in the cold.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at Thaddeus.

The man stood tall and resolute, his complexion pale but his stance unwavering, like a sword drawn from its sheath, standing between heaven and earth.

Not a trace of fatigue, not a hint of hesitation.

Elvis inwardly sighed, he had never truly admired anyone in his life, but now, he had to admit he admired Thaddeus.

"This island is vast. It will be difficult for us two to search it. Should we sneak in quietly and scout around first?"

"No need, let's just go in openly." Thaddeus, with a steely gaze and a hoarse voice, spoke.

Elvis was taken aback, "What?"

"Just now, I saw a figure in the woods, fleeting by. He will likely report our landing on the island to Avery soon."

Thaddeus, eyes scanning the surroundings like a hawk, drew the gun hidden at his back and gripped it tightly, "With just you and me, we can't conduct a search.

It's better to enter the fray, to use ourselves as bait, to draw the snake out of its hole!"