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

Chapter 238: Long Night II

What is he doing here? That was the first thought that raced through Ewan’s mind as he watched Antonio rub slow circles on Athena’s hands.

A wave of frustration washed over him, accompanied by a slight tremor in his hands and a dull, painful thud of his heart that seemed to sync with his simmering anger and jealousy.

Zane nudged him subtly, a familiar, silent reminder to keep his cool, to breathe, and to temper the emotions threatening to spill over.

"Ewan, what a lovely sight!" Florence exclaimed, oblivious of the gathering tension in the room, her voice bright with enthusiasm as she sprang to her feet and hurried over to him.

Her hands were warm and comforting as she pinched his cheeks, just as she had done so many times during his childhood.

Ewan couldn’t help but let out a muffled laugh, which drew a soft giggle from Kathleen, who was watching—amused—at the spectacle, right before she felt Nathaniel’s palm on her thigh.

Ewan’s expression was more comical as he tried to free his cheeks which were squeezed and drawn apart byFlorence’s strong grasp—making Old Mr. Thorne laugh out loud, unable to suppress the emotion any longer.

Gianna, who had determined, seconds ago, not to let Zane’s presence spoil her joyful mood, joined in the laughter too. She was in high spirits after all. She had successfully bagged a delightful new contract that had her bouncing with energy, eager to celebrate.

"Good afternoon, ma’am..." Ewan greeted once he was finally freed from Florence’s grip, followed closely by his friends.

The room then erupted into a flurry of greetings, hands shaking, laughter echoing as the awkwardness of the moment dissolved. Even Aiden, who had worn a foul mood since earlier in the day, seemed to set it aside as he anticipated the drama this evening might bring.

Kathleen and Nathaniel, however, didn’t know to navigate this waters that was knowing their father. They hadn’t greeted him, neither had they acknowleged his greetings. Not really...except a barely seen curt nod would count as one.

"So, Ewan, what do we have here?" Old Mr. Thorne called out when the atmosphere began to dip into awkward silence, a momentary lapse after Florence excused herself to discuss dinner arrangements with the servants.

friends, the weight of expectations pressing on him. Finally, he gestured to the bags before him, his heart racing just a little

interjected playfully, raising an eyebrow in mock

gaze nearly took Ewan’s breath away, but the smirk playing on her lips revealed she

as he broke into a nervous laugh, nervously rubbing his hands together. He inwardly chided himself for the level of anxiety he felt in front of this familiar group

have anything in mind?" Ewan offered, trying to smooth over his nerves with a

would manage to control his

an Areso gown would be nice," Gianna replied, an

tension in the room thickening once more. Ewan turned and shot a glare at him,

avoiding Ewan’s gaze but knowing full well he had

punctuated only by the soft rustle of clothing and subtle glances exchanged. Gianna

children. She could see the beads of sweat forming on Ewan’s forehead, despite the air conditioning blasting in the room. The twins, too, wore expressions that betrayed their discomfort, as if they were seated

Thorne, regarding her with

sighed again, sensing she would need to break the ice. Ewan had clammed up, tongue-tied and unable to

going to check out your own gift, old man?" She began,

a bright smile and her eyes sparkled with

me?" She exclaimed, just as

tension in his shoulders relax just a little. "Yours is there..."

indicated, her excitement palpable as she picked it

do remember my love for vintage jewelry..." Florence exclaimed happily, her fingers gently caressing the exquisite Victorian pieces nestled within the

as he received his own gift from Ewan. He couldn’t unveil it here;

increasing the curiosity among the audience who remained in suspense, unaware of what gift had