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

Chapter 315: Finding Morgan V

Ewan inhaled sharply, pain coursing through the nerve endings around his back as he tried to towel that area of his body.

Damn! He mused, gritting his teeth when the offending towel brushed against a burning spot. He gave up the drying process, choosing instead to let the old looking fan in the room do the rest of the work.

’I’ll just have to stand in front of it,’ He decided, ignoring the dull pounding pain in his head.

He wound the towel around his waist, made a stable knot, and walked out of the bathroom.

Hopefully, by now, the agents would have brought in the medical kit; if not, he saw no way he would be sleeping with his back burning like this, with his head pounding as if a carpenter were furnishing wood inside his skull.

Another hiss of pain escaped his lips when he stepped out of the room, as the wounds decided to torture him again. He felt dizzy and woozy and had to hold onto the bathroom’s doorframe to remain steady on his feet. He needed aspirin, food, and a good rest.

Looking up with a face contorted in pain, he finally noticed Athena standing a couple of feet away from him, with the medical box in one hand and a bottle of water in the other—probably for the aspirin.

The pain faded to the background, and his face relaxed into its natural contours without his knowledge when he realized that she was gaping, that she was checking him out, her mouth slightly open in shock.

He remembered then that he was ripped and bare, and that he hadn’t dried off properly. A smile touched his lips.

Ignoring the pains ransacking his back, he flexed his arms and stomach subtly, almost purring in pleasure when her mouth opened wider and her eyes traveled from his head to his toes slowly—surely taking their time to savour the goodness.

"Like what you see?" Ewan almost slapped his mouth shut for such corny words. ’Couldn’t I have blurted something more classic, yet blush-worthy?’

He, however, maintained a teasing demeanor while Athena cleared her throat and pointed to the second bed without another word.

"My body is still wet, so I will stand before the fan for a while..." He continued, already walking toward the fan, pretending indifference while aware that she was still staring at him.

"Oh my God..."

He finally heard her croak out, and realized that she could now see his injured back, seeing as he was standing before the fan, which faced the beds.

like she wanted to cry. He didn’t want her to

situations, that he had been scalded before, but then he

tracing her fingers around

should tell her that her touch was making the pain a bit more sensitive or let her continue. The latter suggestion won.

dipped lower, reaching toward the tip of the towel.

his throat, stopping

finally getting her voice steady, even though she wasn’t sure how he had managed to do that; he hadn’t even taken as much time as she had thought. But the fact remained that he must have been in

so that it can dry out a little. Then you can join me on

over that last statement, as it took on

giving Athena another view of his

lost her words, but this time she turned with an insane amount of speed and fled to the bed in question, her

are over there..." She said after minutes of keeping her head down, ignoring the pain budding

heard Ewan moving, her breath hitching as he came to stand before her, still wrapped in

mentally cursing the raspy state of her voice. She sounded like a woman needing something, and

if she had remembered, she would have left instructions for him

still applied the balm to his back, hence her eyes would have still devoured

think you should take your bath first before treating me. I don’t

She didn’t know what Ewan’s game plan was, but she

when she finally lifted her head and met his gaze, she gulped,

this man

also saw stubbornness and knew he wouldn’t accept her help until she had

another word, or meeting his gaze— not even when she paused on her way, retraced her steps back

bathroom, she let out a deep sigh and rested her head against the wall, trying to calm her

What’s different now?

difference. Ewan hadn’t been awake when she was cleaning him up. His sinful eyes hadn’t been

rid of her partly burnt clothes, wrinkling her nose at the colors she

your eyes and bathe.’ She commanded herself, turning on the shower.

in the room, Ewan sent a message to Spider about the status of the mission—including the fact that Morgan