<b>Chapter 398 </b>
The p was not as harsh as the ones before. This time, Thaddeus could almost mistake it for a caress, making the corners of his <b>l*ps </b><b>twitch </b>into a <b>rare</b>, yful smirk.
“Did <b>that </b>jerk just smirk?” Evadne muttered <b>to </b>herself<b>, </b><b>a </b>flush of annoyance spreading across her face. “He’s bing more and more audacious.” “What are you doing taking off.my clothes?” Evadne crossed her arms defensively, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
<b>Thaddeus </b>looked at her with tender eyes, <b>“</b><b>I’m </b>treating your wounds.”
What a righteous <b>excuse</b>.
“You could’ve waited outside for me to change <b>or </b>you could’ve cut my sleeve off with scissors! Do you really need to take off my clothes<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Evadne’s eyes shed with anger as she red at him. “You are really shameless, acting like a yboy!”
<b>“</b>Evadne, we were married. We were intimate together during our marriage and after our divorce too.”
Evadne bit her l*p, her breath hitched at the reminder of the nights they had spent together.
Thaddeus‘ raspy voice and his lust–filled gaze were clear signs of his struggle. <b>“</b>I’ve seen everything of you, even the parts others couldn’t. Would it <b>not </b>be pretentious to act otherwise?”
He didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he moved closer, causing her to flinch in surprise. He gently but firmly stripped away her clothes, revealing her flushed skin to his hungry gaze.
“Evadne, rx. Let me take care of your wounds, okay?” His voice was gentle, soothing. He was so tender that it made her heart race.
Thaddeus‘ gaze roamed over her exposed b*dy, his breath hitched, and his eyes darkened with desire. His hands were shaking as he treated her wounds, wrapped her up in bandages, and admired the sight of her….
“Thank you.” Evadne started, but Thaddeus cut her off, moving to trap her beneath him.
“Evadne, you can thank me in another way.”
Without waiting for her response, he pressed his l*ps against hers in a passionate k*ss, like a man who had been wandering in the desert and had finally found an oasis.
The room temperature rose as their desire for each other filled the air. His l*ps met hers again, this time with no restraint, but all the tenderness. The sensations were overwhelming<b>, </b>and Evadne found herself lost in pleasure.
She couldn’t feel any pain, only waves of pleasure, which made her deeply addicted.
Was there such love?
She clearly hated him, but now she was in pleasure because of him.
The next morning, Evadne woke up exhausted and sore.
She was thirsty and decided to head downstairs for a drink. As she walked down the stairs<b>, </b>she could hear the sizzling sound from the kitchen and the smell of something delicious wafting through the house.
Walking <b>into </b>the kitchen, she was greeted by an unexpected sight. Thaddeus stood there, wearing an apron over his muscr b*dy, cooking breakfast. The sight <b>of him</b>, so out of his element<b>, </b>was both amusing and endearing.
His physique was even more striking, with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. His rolled–up shirt sleeves revealed the firm, sculpted muscles of his arms. As he hefted the frying pan, the tense, powerful lines of his muscles were a live exhibition of pure masculinity..
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Evadne’s eyes, gleaming with mischief<b>, </b>narrowed slightly as she quietly approached him from behind.
Due to her bare feet, she moved silently, thus, even when she was right behind him, he had no clue.
Sizzle.
A puff of steam rose from the frying pan, and Thaddeus wiped a bead of sweat sliding down his cheek, sighing in frustration.
“Burnt again.”
Only then did Evadne notice the mound of eggs <b>in </b>the nearby trash can.
“Bloody fool, you’ve got the heat <b>too </b>high, and the oil is too hot. At this rate, <b>you’ll </b>wipe <b>out </b>an entire chicken farm.”
Thaddeus flinched and quickly turned around, meeting Evadne’s yful <b>cat</b><b>–</b>like eyes.
“Did I wake <b>you</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>He asked <b>nervously</b>.
<b>“</b><b>No</b><b>, </b>my internal clock woke <b>me </b>up. I’m not one to sleep in.”
<b>Pointing </b>at the trash can, Evadne couldn’t help but tease, “This spectacle better <b>not </b>be seen by Jason, he hates waste. He’ll make you <b>eat </b><b>all </b><b>of </b><b>it</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
“I wouldn’t <b>mind</b>. We were taught not to waste in the military” Thaddeus responded nonchntly.
Knowing his stubborn nature, Evadne quickly waved her hands to stop him<b>, </b><b>“</b><b>Just </b>joking, Mr. Thaddeus. <b>Don’t </b>actually <b>eat </b><b>it</b>. No <b>need </b>for <b>such </b>drastic
<b>measures</b><b>. </b>
“I underestimated the task of cooking, I used <b>to </b>watch Alva do it and thought it was <b>easy</b><b>. </b><b>I </b><b>realized </b><b>it’s </b>actually <b>a </b>skill I’m <b>far </b>from <b>mastering</b>.” Looking at the mess he made<b>, </b><b>Thaddeus </b><b>felt </b><b>guilty</b><b>, </b><b>“</b><b>I </b>remember how much effort you <b>put </b><b>into </b>cooking for me. I’m <b>sorry</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Her eyes sparkling, Evadne <b>was </b>touched by his words.
<b>“</b><b>I </b>initially wanted <b>to </b><b>surprise </b><b>you </b><b>with </b>breakfast when you <b>woke </b>up. But it seems we <b>might </b>have to <b>order </b>something from <b>Gordon</b><b>.” </b>
Thaddeus frowned slightly and apologized, “Evadne, I’m sorry<b>. </b>Give me some more time to practice. I’ll get better<b>.</b><b>” </b>
But Evadne saw through <b>his </b>intentions. He was willing <b>to </b><b>do </b>something he had never done <b>before</b><b>, </b><b>just </b>for her. He was willing to disregard <b>all </b>his principles for her<b>. </b>
This man <b>has </b>never taken a step in the kitchen after three years of marriage. Alva said that he did <b>not </b>have <b>a </b>problem with her alone. <b>He </b>had been <b>like </b>this since he was a child, saying that he hated the smell of oil and smoke.
This smell always reminded Thaddeus of living in a mixed slum with his mother when he was a child. Next to the bungalow they <b>lived </b><b>in </b>were filthy restaurants. From morning till night, he could always smell the smoky smell when hey <b>in </b>bed. No matter how hard he tried to wash his clothes and his mother’s, the sticky smell of oil still lingered.
Feeling a warmth in her chest, she gently nudged him aside, “Alright, stop destroying my kitchen. <b>I’ll </b>do it.”
Suddenly, she was seized by a bout of coughing. The smoke from the burnt food triggered her allergy.
“Evadne, are you okay? Did you catch a cold?” Thaddeus asked anxiously.
“No, I’m just allergic to smoke. Just need <b>to </b>open a window and let some fresh air in<b>.” </b>
Smoke allergic?
Thaddeus was taken aback.
When did she develop this allergy? Or had she always had it, and he just didn’t know?
Had she been suffering from this allergy while cooking for him and the entire Abernathy family for the past three <b>years</b><b>? </b>
Just as Evadne was about to pick up the spat, Thaddeus wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Hey, how am I supposed to cook like this?“.
“Never cook again.”
Thaddeus buried his face in her n*eck, his breathing heavy and his eyes red with unshed tears, Leave it to me. I’ll cook for you, I’ll learn.”
“Forget <b>it</b><b>, </b>you’re a lost cause.”
Suddenly, Evadne blushed, realizing she might have said something inappropriate:
Thatment made them sound like an old married couple, as <b>if </b>they were bound to live together forever!