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

Chapter 357: Wrong Date? III

"I think we should head home. Or do you want something else? Maybe a different flavor of ice cream?" Antonio’s heart, as he attempted patience, shook with giddiness while contemplating their next move for the night.

Home had never sounded better.

Unfortunately, Athena didn’t share the same ideas with him. "Yes, I think we should head home. The twins will be expecting me."

For a second, Antonio was confused.

What twins was she talking about? He wondered, before he understood that Athena was making a clear pointer that she wouldn’t be following him home.

That didn’t sit well with him.

"You are not checking out my house tonight?" A sad voice.

A sad tune that rang in Athena’s ears but went unappreciated.

She was an adult, had seen and heard her fair share of lines, and she knew that following a man to his new place to check it out mostly connoted sharing the new bed with him.

She wasn’t even relaxed enough to kiss him fully, not to mention spend a couple of hours with him—maybe under candlelight?(who knows what else he has planned?--talking around topics.

Too bad, she wouldn’t be there to see it.

"No, not tonight. Maybe I will call on you tomorrow afternoon with the kids. Is that okay?" She finally spoke, maintaining an innocent smile.

It wasn’t okay with Antonio, who had been banking on some alone time, but he nodded all the same. "That’s alright. I’m sure they are curious to see my place too. But do we get to have alone time still...?"

A pause. "Athena, you seem to be avoiding me."

lower lip. "Give me time, Antonio. That’s all I request. Not your money, or the publicity... just time. Is that much?"

I can wait. I’ve been waiting for a long time, after all." He said, grabbing her hands smoothly, rubbing them gently,

of months matter? He wondered, winking at her,

his now,

home?" She tried again with flirtatious looks and smiles,

swearing to steal a kiss at

arms, smiling at

Athena. Thanks for

in response. "It was a pleasure,

a gorilla, then grabbing a mic and announcing to the world that he had finally won

Ewan’s table as they left the restaurant, noticing that Athena showed no regard for the table or even threw a greeting to her friends, he fixed

surely, they

date for the night—the one Zane had brought from wherever; his

the couple stroll leisurely toward

no words to say, rather fixing his eyes on the departing couple, and on the exit door when

sighed weakly when Zane

for now, and concentrate on the beauty beside you. Can’t

A drawl, a chuckle.

you to quit that. Besides, do you think Ewan would choose

The bimbo on his arm called out, aggrieved at being called a lesser fellow than Doctor Athena—not

be mentioned in her face. It was

was mildly drunk, so Ewan paid no attention. He rather got to his feet, ready to

off. There was no need to spend

tried to get up after him, while Zane clamored for him, with drawls, to remain and party with the

with him, please. The paparazzi are still around. Let’s not give them some news to put on the tabloids—news that wouldn’t please Herbert, nor Zane if he becomes sober, especially when Antonio receives another promotion because of