His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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 tafter

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 handsface, a trace of insecurity in his eyes, "Can you tone it down a bit? You're going to

spoilrotten."

"| can listen to anything you say."

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

He stepped forward into the sea of flowers, his heartbeat wild, as if it would burst through his chest.

"Chasel."

Hearing the familiar, gentle call, Chasel turned, his eyes brimming with tears.

A few steps away, Cassius stood in a black suit matching his, impeccably dressed, his aura unmatched.

Afraid he would notice, he had worn it underneath all along, concealed by his coat.

At this moment, even the naive Chasel realized what was happening, and he shouted with excitement!

Simultaneously, a firework burst into the daylight sky, grand and magnificent— Marry me!

"Even amidst a thousand roses, none captivates my heart like you."

Cassius approached him, his throat tight with emotion, his voice rough and incredibly sexy.

The next moment, the man knelt on one knee, offering the only bunch of fiery red roses in the entire estate to

him:

"Chasel, | love you. Will you marry me?"

Fireworks continued to light up the blue sky, the whole city witnessing this romantic proposal.

Tears gathered in Chasel's eyes, eventually falling like rain, crying beautifully in front of the man he loved:

"Yes."

He took the roses, crying uncontrollably, unable to say anything else.

But that single word was more than enough for Cassius, whose broad chest swelled with emotion, his eyes

reddening as he embraced his tearful lover:

"I was right. What other kids have, you have too."

"Why all white roses?" Chasel asked with a trembling voice.

"Jareth used red roses at his wedding. | feared using red again might make you think | was cutting corners with

leftovers." Cassius pulled out his silk handkerchief, gently wiping away his tears.

Chasel chuckled through his tears.

"But most importantly, white roses remindof you in your lab coat."

Cassius kissed his tenderly reddened earlobe, his breath seductive, "But you're more delicate than any flower,

that | 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 sleisure 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.

Tseemed 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.