His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 225

Guests were pouring into another hall, preparing for the upcoming auction.

Evadne slipped away from the media, seeking refuge in the corridor.

"Miss Evadne!" Jason rushed to her side, his face etched with worry. "Are you alright?"

"Just a few persistent journalists. What's the worst they could do? Cause a little ripple?"

Evadne's eyes were calm, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "You shouldn't be here with me. You should be in the hall, managing the event."

"But I'm worried about you."

Jason's voice was almost hoarse with anxiety. "Those journalists were clearly prepared. They were sent by someone to deliberately make things difficult for you! They keep bringing up our past mistakes, just to embarrass you!"

"This is normal, isn't it? When you organize a charity event, do you expect the journalists to only sing your praises?"

Evadne crossed her arms, her expression indifferent. "Besides, they're not wrong. There were indeed oversights in my management, giving some flamboyantly dressed peacocks the chance to peck at me. I can't blame anyone else for that."

Flamboyantly dressed peacocks.

A mental image of Elspeth and her daughter appeared in Jason's mind.

"But, there's one thing you said that I don't agree with. Those journalists were indeed sent by someone, but not to destroy me, but to aid me."

Evadne leaned against the wall, her fingertips tracing her arm. "Let Glynnis have her moment of triumph. I'm an expert at letting my opponents believe they have the world at their fingertips, only to make them fall from that great height and crash and burn. It's entertaining."

Watching Evadne's increasingly dark look in her eyes, Jason couldn't help but shiver. She was indeed as ruthless as President Ashbourne. This rose, as beautiful as it was, came with thorns and poison.

The event required Jason's attention as the managing secretary, so he hurried back to the hall.

Evadne had been working tirelessly all day, having only a simple breakfast and skipping lunch and dinner. She hadn't even had a sip of water.

She collapsed onto the couch, famished and weak, kicking off her high heels to reveal her bare feet.

Curled up pathetically, she was so hungry that her stomach was cramping.

"I'm so hungry."

Evadne murmured weakly, her eyes slowly closing.

Suddenly, she faintly smelled the rich aroma of chocolate, which seemed to be invading her nostrils.

She thought she was hallucinating from hunger, her nose twitching like a cute puppy following the scent.

"Are you just going to sniff it? Not going to eat?"

A deep, pleasant voice rang out, but it was cold as ice.

Evadne's heart skipped a beat, and she opened her eyes wide.

She found herself looking into Thaddeus's deep star-filled eyes.

There was no denying the lethal allure of those stunning eyes, no matter the time or place.

At that moment, Evadne was lying sideways on the couch, looking at Thaddeus who was kneeling in front of her with a chocolate cupcake in his hand.

Her hands, which were covering her empty stomach, tightened involuntarily.

In their three years of marriage, Thaddeus had never once bowed or lowered his head for her.

During the time when she was infatuated with him, always running towards him like a moth to a flame, the one who was crying, feeling wronged, and humiliated was always her, Evadne.

Her thoughts wandered, and she felt her eyes well up with tears, her breathing becoming erratic.

Thaddeus continued to kneel, seeing her lack of response, his brows furrowed slightly, "Aren't you hungry? Why aren't you eating? This is your favorite chocolate flavor. Don't worry, it's not poisoned."

"I'm not eating."

Evadne's throat was choked with inexplicable emotions, feeling sad and wronged.

"Alva told me your stomach has always been sensitive. Going too long without eating can harm it."

"I said, I'm not eating!"

With a swift motion, Evadne, tears brimming in her eyes, hit the cupcake out of Thaddeus's hand.

"Evadne!!"

The cupcake landed far away, smashed to pieces.

Thaddeus looked at her, a surge of disappointment flooding him, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, chilling him to the bone.

It wasn't just the cupcake that was smashed, but also his heart.

"Evadne, what the hell is wrong with you? Can't you tell right from wrong?"