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

Chapter 313: Finding Morgan III

Ewan willed his heart to remain calm when he finally heard the ticking sound, a sound that couldn’t possibly be a clock’s because of the weight of each tick and its regularity.

He knew what it was, knew when the realization of the same flashed across Athena’s eyes; became amazed when that realization shifted to a deathly calm, a mirror of his own feelings.

"So I was right. Morgan did really set a trap. Someone did inform him of our coming." Athena stated calmly, while her eyes left Ewan to search for the ticking time bomb. Hopefully, they would be able to deactivate it before it exploded.

"Where do you think it was kept?"

"I don’t think that matters." Ewan uttered, even though his eyes searched too for the bomb. His right leg was already swerving to the location behind him, where he thought he was hearing the sound loudest.

"Why so?" Athena queried, already following Ewan’s lead.

This time, Ewan didn’t answer. He rather followed his instincts, which led him to a corner of the room they hadn’t seen before because of its positioning; it was darker than the rest of the room, like shadows were congregating there.

That was where Ewan found the bomb, nestled to a pink Barney doll.

His heart finally shook, when he discovered that they had barely seven seconds to clear the building—not enough time to defuse the bomb.

"Athena, run!"

His calmness broke, and with insane agility, he grabbed Athena’s hand and ran like their lives depended on it. For their lives did actually depend on it.

Unfortunately, the door that had led them into the room was shut tight for some reason.

Athena started to panic, counting down the time in her head. They had barely four seconds left!

Ewan, without having the luxury to think, took a few steps back and kicked the door with all his might. The door fell flat to the other side of the room, giving him the hope to cling to life.

thinking much about his powerful kick, fueled by an insane amount of adrenaline and duty to keep his wife safe, he headed toward the entrance, his eyes shutting immediately as they ran out

with all your strength..." He muttered, freeing Athena’s hand, right before there was a loud

"Mr. Ewan! Mr. Ewan!"

fluttered; his senses reawakening as he heard the urgent

Athena. Where is she?

first thought that pierced through his

to save

wide, to discard the burning sensation on

entire concern was

throat was parched, like all the liquid in his body had been sucked and drained by

She is resting in

Ewan tried to get up into a sitting position, noticing that he was sprawled on the

out. She only

but he could also

the agent had taken her

had allowed her a split second to dive first, taking a position behind her with his hands outstretched as if

agent— helped him to his feet. It was then he noticed that a larger part of his trousers had been burnt, leaving only the area around his crotch and a few torn areas

It was like he was wearing just a detachable half-shirt-collar fake material—the kind worn with

reservations at a nearby hotel, and made some orders for food and clothes. You don’t have to worry about it." The second agent mentioned, having noticed the reason for Ewan’s

Ewan’s hand over his own shoulder, mirroring the activity of the driver before they

turned, needing to see the

Ashes upon ashes.

just as destroyed as the

no one had

the street was still sterile. Hadn’t people heard

by Philemon then: don’t come out until that stupid man