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

Chapter 330: Night Cap III

Let me go. Athena echoed in her mind, looking into Ewan’s desire-filled eyes. Yet she didn’t make a move to dislodge Ewan’s finger from her face.

Instead, she bit down on her lips, worsening the already messy situation for Ewan, who was battling with the need to just go ahead and kiss her—damning the consequences—and the need of his gentlemanly side, which was advocating that he let her go.

His gentlemanly side didn’t want her to regret after everything was done. No. He wanted her to savor, not hate his touch on her.

This saner part won the battle; still he cursed again and again in his mind about his ill luck, before dropping a chaste kiss on her forehead.

Friendly kiss. He mused bitterly, pulling away.

"Yeah, boyfriend Antonio..." He muttered, letting her chin go.

Athena was then able to breathe freely. And breathe, she did—a greedy intake of air, while her hands smoothed out absent creases on her robe.

Just when she wanted to turn away, however, to take a position where a kiss would be miles away from happening, she spotted a bracelet on Ewan’s hand.

Her brows furrowed, her interest piqued by the likely history behind the worn-out item that seemed antique, especially as it called to her. Like it was a familiar substance.

"Where... did you get that from?" She asked, her eyes not leaving the bracelet. Her fingers itched to touch the item.

Ewan raised his right eyebrow, darting a curious glance at Athena—and then at the bracelet of his savior. And again, the suspicions arose. Could she be the one?

But even as that thought arose, the cancelling thought came with it. They had been walls apart, miles apart, as families. There was no way they could have met.

"It is the only reminder I have of my savior—the girl who saved me from drowning. I took it from Fiona. Does it seem familiar to you?" Ewan asked.

Athena shook her head.

"So Fiona knows who the real savior is? Why haven’t you gotten the answer from her yet?" She questioned, her gaze darting between Ewan’s curious expression and the bracelet.

"I’ve asked Connor to do the needful, but she remains stubborn. However, not to worry—we will be getting all our answers today."

Athena nodded, then pointed at the bracelet. "Can I touch it?"

She couldn’t explain this feeling that was assaulting her within, at the sight of the bracelet; she couldn’t understand why she even wanted to touch it. Was it something from her past? A similar antique, perhaps?

When Ewan gave her the go-ahead, she slowly reached out and touched the bracelet, taking her time to feel the pearls and costly stones surrounding it. The picture the bracelet presented was a false one—this was a highly valuable item, worth millions of dollars on the black market. Diamonds were expensive.

"What do you think?"

heard Ewan’s soft voice drifting above her, but the bracelet was calling to her mind, enticing her with its warmth yet coldness—a clash of the stones used for it. And then she tried to remember, to perhaps place it in some memory. But as usual, pain racked her head and her back; it was worse this time, so

this, before swallowing her slender frame

He rubbed her shoulders gently, then ruffled her hair softly, as if sweeping the pain away. He wasn’t sure if what he was doing was even working, only moving to calm the woman in his

Athena,

earlier argument that it was impossible for them to

her

knock sounded on

family was awake—they

put her in a compromising position, he gently eased away from her, to Athena’s chagrin, and stood,

get to

words cutting off when they beheld the scene in

from Ewan. They glanced at him, then at Athena, whose expression was

eyes narrowed in

demanded. Already he and Kathleen had been

He wondered, eyes perching on his mother. She

how to explain his presence or the

said, moving to the sofa. There, she beckoned

say the truth. Headaches don’t make people scream," Nathaniel continued, refusing to give up the

headaches do,"

nodded. "Your mother is telling the truth. I know, because I’ve had

Ewan up and down. "So, why

same reason as you are here," Ewan replied without hesitation.

her children any more chance to speak, knowing how assertive

make

said, giving Ewan a thumbs-up before reaching out to tap her mother’s cheek. "Is that why you

This was better than telling the kids she had terrible amnesia

Mom?" Nathaniel asked, tucking

father took care of me

pouted, then turned to Ewan.

with a smile. "It

a knock sounded at the open door, attracting everyone’s attention. It was

Athena and