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

Chapter 237: Long Night

"Do you think the extra gifts were necessary, Ewan?" Zane asked, his voice laced with curiosity as he watched Sandro empty the car of the items they had just purchased from the store.

"Sure, the twins would—or rather, might—be excited when they see the newest advanced LEGO set you’ve brought, along with the castle set, but the comic books and paint materials..."

He paused, his gaze drifting to Sandro, who was wrestling with an overflowing array of bags. "I don’t think that was a tactical move on your part. I’ve never seen anything like that around their house. I think they’re past that stage..."

Ewan remained silent at first, absorbing Zane’s words as he began to collect some of the items from Sandro.

The weight of the conversation hung in the air, and then Zane nudged his left shoulder, as if urging him to engage. Reluctantly, Ewan accepted that this was not a rhetorical question.

"No matter how intelligent they are, Zane, they’re still kids. Not older than six. Sometimes, they need to loosen up a bit. It can’t be all puzzles and codes, building something or cracking some secret." Ewan sighed deeply, as if releasing not just air, but the burden of expectation.

"Sometimes, they should just... be kids. But if they don’t want it, they can always give it to Kendra. She seems like fun. At least, I gleaned that from the profile Spider sent us a few days ago."

Zane scoffed, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Have you forgotten the end part of the profile? The girl is no longer in the country. Luca took her away, accompanied by her grandmother, Margeret."

Ewan bit his lower lip, the reality of the situation sinking in. "Oh well... let’s see how it goes." His heart began to pick up the pace as they approached the imposing tall gates. He suddenly halted dramatically, recalling something important. "Sandro, where’s the other package? The one I got for Athena?"

muttered, his voice strained

to him and carefully extracted the sizable bag, ensuring not to upset Sandro’s balance to the point

the street glanced curiously at the trio, surely questioning if

into the bag. "You never mentioned it after you excused yourself to buy it. Is it a perfume?" As he inspected its contents, his brows raised to his hairline in confusion upon discovering

for Athena? Dude! What is wrong with you?! Didn’t you see maybe a designer dress or

words catching in his throat. He didn’t know how

he had assumed she enjoyed it—an assumption borne when he had spotted a couple

previous ones, but at

he had made yet another foolish mistake. Perhaps Athena wasn’t keen on these books at all. Maybe she

gift, how would he have gotten in touch with Areso so quickly? The famous designer had turned down a contract with

his troubled history with

his wife. You’ve done your best; hopefully, it will be worth it. Personally, I think it will be. Let’s just go in,"

the button. My hands

sight Ewan would have loved to capture if his own hands were free—and turned his attention back to the gate, pressing

by the appearance of several men dressed in black

hell! Stop sneaking around!" Zane shrilled, unable to mask his astonishment as he came face-to-face with an agent who struggled to

my job,"