Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 227: Getting Answers III

Wasn’t it a curse that no one knew him here? Ewan thought, giving Sandro a backward glance.

The latter shrugged his shoulders; he wasn’t coming to help, and he was going to enjoy seeing Ewan plead—something that wasn’t peculiar to the billionaire, except where Athena and the kids were involved.

Ewan scoffed lightly and reverted his attention to the woman.

What should he do? He didn’t dare grab her arm, even though a light touch, because he was sure the woman would bring down the heavy weight of that spoon on his head. He had just recovered from some brain illness; he wasn’t about to go down for a second round!

"Hello... excuse me..." Ewan finally tried again, this time stepping closer to the woman, his voice a mix of pleading and caution.

But the stout woman chose then to pick up her utensils and retreat back to the inn. Ewan took his lower lip in, watching the woman move heavily towards the entrance of the inn. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips.

"Are you just going to watch her leave? Dude, your social skills are really lacking... now watch me..."

Ewan had been so involved in his thoughts that he hadn’t been aware when Sandro came up to his rear, but he was curious to see the different play his friend would put into motion.

Folding his arms across his chest, he raised an eyebrow, when Sandro flung his arms over the woman’s shoulder, for she had paused by the door to—Ewan didn’t even know why she had paused. She had just suddenly paused at the doorpost.

Sandro’s plan, however, was short-lived.

Ewan’s mouth fell open the next second as he watched the woman elbow Sandro in his ribs. Next, she swiveled, with a speed he didn’t think she would have, and struck the heavy spoon on Sandro’s head.

Sandro, however, was fast enough to put up his hands, so the metal landed clumsily on them. Lucky for him!

"Woman, what the hell!!" Sandro screamed in anger, drawing Ewan out of the temporary haze he had fallen into.

The matter had happened so fast that he hadn’t been able to save his friend. This must be the reason why the woman had paused in her walks, Ewan considered, covering the distance; she had anticipated Sandro making trouble for her.

Oh well. He thought, bending down to help Sandro stand. He couldn’t even act on his anger because he still needed answers.

intensely. "We are just here to ask for directions concerning a friend of ours

know that." Her eyes narrowed

so?" Ewan asked, consciously keeping his nose from squishing from the myriad of spicy and sweaty scents emitting from the

I will pay the

scowl on his face. The

misunderstanding here... ma’am..." Ewan started, gesturing at he and Sandro. "We are not from around

their accents and type of clothing. "You came here..." Her eyes ran through

even know who you both are... we are just here for a friend of ours. His name is Zack. His last location was confirmed to be here. Do you have anyone by that name

her head. "Yes, I have a fellow whose name is

Ewan and Sandro understood that

Monty’s inn, which was filled almost to the brim with more males, workers mostly, and a couple of females here and there, there was sitted a Zack at

Definitely not Zack Moore.

are right. He is not the one," Ewan said, ignoring the catcalls and winks he was receiving from the females, especially the one behind the bar with Monty. Her niece, he presumed. He fought to hide the unease this situation had created

aren’t many outsiders that come here. As

he gets some sort of purpose.

Ewan asked, taking a sip of beer which he didn’t think

the woman

Ewan raised an eyebrow, she shook her head. "I can’t divulge that information. Even though you claim

how long this dillydallying will continue. He glanced at his wristwatch. Time was running out.

"I can’t be bought with money." Then she hissed loudly, and walked through a

talking." Sandro

glass, one two, in deep thought, unmoved when the woman’s niece

"Hey handsome..."

then a thought occurred to him. He darted a

friend hated this game, but the girl had eyes only for the former, so he pretended like nothing was happening, like nothing would be happening, and continued sipping his drink while his ears remained

do anything in the books." She said, her voice seductive, her eyes

running his fingers along the bare arms of the girl, while stamping down the disgust,