His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 513

Jareth entered the room; his movement as silent as the fall of snow outside.

He had even slipped off his shoes at the doorway, not wanting to disturb his love’s peaceful dreams, moving only in

his socks across the soft carpet. The expansive, comfortable bed cradled Marilla’s delicate form wrapped in the

quilt, with her small head peeking out, her raven hair lazily splayed like strokes of vivid ink strokes spreading on

pure white paper.

Jareth sat on the edge of the bed, gazing down at the charming, peaceful features of his petite wife; his fingertips

gently brushing a lock of hair from her cheek.

‘I was away for just a short while, and all hell breaks loose, Jareth murmured, his rough fingers tenderly tracing her

smooth cheek, the rosy lips, the elegant collarbone. “I thought I was the only man in the world who couldn’t get you

out of his mind. Now it seems, your charm’s even bigger than I pictured. From now on, I might have to keep you

from going out. What if someone else sets their sights on you again? And you know, hearing about tonight’s events

almost broke me. If that guy wasn’t your sister–in–law’s brother, I would have to give him a good beating!”

His fingertips inadvertently pressed harder, and Marilla’s lashes fluttered, a soft murmur escaping her lips. Startled,

Jareth quickly withdrew his hand, afraid he’d disturbed her sweet dreams.

At that moment, Marilla turned over, kicking the quilt down to reveal the warm, tempting curve of her body.

Although dressed in a silk nightgown, her sleeping posture had twisted it into rumpled and messy, exposing the soft

skin of her shoulder and adorable chest.

A thick desire clouded Jareth’s gaze, his broad shoulders tensing with restraint.

He was about to lose control.

“Mmm, do you really like my painting?” Marilla mumbled in her sleep, her words indistinct.

In the tranquil room, he heard every word clearly.

“Do you really like my paintings?”

Marilla, surely you were not asking me. Then, who were you asking?

“Aaron.”

In an instant, Jareth’s blood ran hot, his mind blanking out!

The next second, he pressed his strong body against hers, his kiss fierce and desperate, awakening Marilla from her

dreams.

At first, she was startled, but upon seeing Jareth, her entire body relaxed. Her arms wrapped around his neck, the

softness of her touch dispelling the fierceness that had invaded her mouth.

The thin nightgown disappeared without a trace.

For Jareth, she was always willing.

Whenever he wanted, she gave herself to him.

Their little white boat drifted among the rolling waves for a long time.

It wasn’t until Marilla scratched at his back, her voice breaking, that Jareth finally let her go.

Men were really like horses; they wanted to do it when they were happy and even more so when they were not!

“Marilla, what exactly did that guy do to you, huh?” Jareth’s possessive gaze burned down on her, still hovering

close

“Jareth, did I do something wrong?”

Marilla felt his anger, but didn’t understand her mistake; her eyes brimming with confusion and tears.

Jareth couldn’t bear to see her cry, his heart twisting as he clumsily pulled her into his arms, gently comforting her.

“It’s okay. it’s all okay. You did nothing wrong; it’s me. Let’s just sleep now.”

They endured until dawn.

While his wife slept soundly, Jareth was like a weary father who had spent the night consoling a crying child all night,

heading downstairs with dark circles under his eyes.

Evadne and Thaddeus had a good night’s sleep and woke up early.

After a morning run and a refreshing shower, they were now preparing breakfast.

Evadne sat leisurely at the dining table, tearing a piece of toast, while Thaddeus, wearing an apron, attentively fried

eggs in the kitchen.

The sweet atmosphere and the feeling of an old married couple were palpable.

Jareth, who had been overflowing with jealousy last night, had consumed two pounds of vinegar in tears.

Upon seeing Jareth approach, Evadne couldn’t help but tease, “My goodness, Mr. Fairhaven, you look like you’ve

been digging a cellar in your room last night!”

“Ah, don’t mention it.” Jareth sighed, his frustration palpable.

How could he explain that his night had been a tumult of passion and jealousy?

Evadne sensed his trouble but respected his silence.

“Want some breakfast? I can make an extra portion for you right now,” Thaddeus offered, glancing back at him

without stopping his task.

“Not hungry, thanks”

Jareth headed to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of ice–cold water, and drank it in one go. Crushing the empty bottle,

he inhaled deeply. “Evadne, Thad, I’m going to the courthouse with Marilla today We’re getting our marriage

certification”

The couple was stunned. “What? Today?!

“Yeah, today”

Jareth’s eyes were fierce, his voice was deep and hoarse, Tve thought it over. The longer we wait, the more things

can go wrong. I don’t care if the family approves or not, I’m making Marilla legally my wife, the rightful Mrs.

Abernathy of the Fairhaven group!

Even if grandpa disagrees, there’s nothing he can do. Once I take over the Fairhaven group, I’ll give Marilla the

grandest wedding she deserves. She’ll understand my decision”

Thaddeus furrowed his brows, neglecting the eggs on the stove which started to burn.

“Thad, I didn’t take my driver license now, I’ll get it in a bit. Where’s Marilla’s? Still at home? Can you get it today?”

Jareth, what are you up to? You seem really off today, Evadne’s eyes narrowed slightly.

What’s wrong? I just want to marry Marilla. Why aren’t you all cheering and supporting me enthusiastically? Jareth’s

frustration knitted his brows tightly. Jareth’s gaze flickered with an uncharacteristic restlessness as he sat slouched

at the kitchen table, an uneaten plate of warm buttermilk pancakes in front of him. Thaddeus, having just turned off

the stove, eyed him with a mix of concern and exasperation.