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

Chapter 241: Long Night V

Forgive him?

Athena snorted softly, humor flickering in her eyes. Like she could genuinely hold a grudge against Antonio. After all, this was the first time in a long while that he had gotten her this annoyed.

"All right, Antonio. Just promise me you won’t do this again, that you won’t misguide my children..."

"I promise." Antonio said without hesitation, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "So, we cool?"

Athena chuckled, her anger easing off completely as warmth spread through her at the gesture. "Yeah, we cool. Let’s head in. I’m starving."

The promise of food redirected her thoughts to her children’s conversation with Ewan. How was that even going?

Well, it wasn’t going exactly well; it wasn’t even going.

Left in a single room with the twins, Ewan still didn’t know the words to say.

After Athena and Antonio had left the room, Old Mr. Thorne, unable to bear the silence any longer, had taken over the situation. Without much ado, he had spoken up and led Ewan and the kids into one of the numerous visitors’ rooms, then took the other adults to the larger dining room, where supper was being served.

Now, Ewan and his children were left staring at each other, an atmosphere thick with uncertainty hanging between them.

Just then, Ewan’s phone rang, its shrill tone slicing through the awkward atmosphere.

He muttered to the children, who said nothing but shared furtive glances, their eyes exchanging unspoken concerns

choosing his words carefully as

finding amusement in the

have started speaking with them?"

moment to furrow his brows in confusion. How

hello..." Ewan heard distinctly, and he quickly pressed

about their best subjects and all..." There was a brief pause before Sandro continued, "I’m sure more topics will spring up

the tip,"

never mind what the

of uncertainty still tugged at his heart, but he

was Mr. Sandro calling? Is there any problem?" Nathaniel asked, reclining deeper into the sofa

his head faster than usual, the gesture punctuating his desire to remain calm. He cursed himself silently the next moment, feeling a

and held conversations with world leaders. Yet here he was, feeling nervous in

whose physical qualities still astonished him. They were so much like him, reminders of a legacy he had yet to claim. They had come from his loins! That was something

through his thoughts, bringing him back to the moment.

in a warm hug, wondering

all. Sandro was just checking in, wanting to know how it’s going over

muttered, her hands still clutching the painting materials

blooming in his chest. "I like

about Uncle Zane?" Nathaniel asked,