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

Chapter 358: At Odds

Athena blushed seeing Ewan enter the sitting room right after her. Did he follow her?

Her heartbeat soared rapidly over an invisible ceiling when his gaze met hers—crashing just as suddenly when it flitted past her like it hadn’t met her mere nanoseconds ago.

She swallowed, an involuntary action, and tucked her hands to her sides, wishing she had worn a gown with pockets.

"Ewan!" she heard Old Mr. Thorne call out, happiness shining through his voice.

Even the twins, whom she had hoped would be in bed, hurried toward their father, neglecting her in the process. It didn’t matter that they had rushed toward him straight from their nestled position around her thighs; they had just finished welcoming her.

It was unavoidable, she supposed, that they would greet Ewan, thinking he had come in with her. But it didn’t make the bitter taste on her tongue go away.

"You didn’t tell me you were coming..." the old man continued, gesturing for Ewan to take a seat.

Ewan did so, carrying the twins on either side of his arms, without looking at her still.

The strength of the man, Athena mused, forgetting she was still standing.

"Athena, are you okay?" Florence, who had just come out from the kitchen, watched her granddaughter watch Ewan and the children; understanding, to an extent, the mixed emotions swarming in the latter’s eyes.

Athena cleared her throat unhurriedly, found her balance, and walked out of the sitting room. "I am fine," she tossed over her shoulder as she walked past her grandmother, who looked at her with worry.

"Ma, I am fine," she insisted when the older woman followed her into her room.

"You look fine, yes, but I know you are swamped with confusion."

Athena exhaled and dropped herself onto the bed, flinging her heels away unceremoniously. "Tell me about it," she muttered, her hand flailing across her back to unclasp the hook that held the two sides of the dress together.

"Let me." Florence did the honors and stepped away, watching as her granddaughter got rid of the dress without an iota of shame—unlike others in her shoes might have, seeing as they had only made the necessary familial acquaintance a few days ago.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Aiden had somehow enrolled her little girl in the army, where she might have learned to be so shameless about her nakedness in front of people.

"What are you thinking about, Ma?" Athena asked, eyebrow raised, noting the thinning lines on her grandmother’s forehead—a sign the latter was deep in thought.

bra joined the heap on the floor, and her hand

"Just surprised that you are not shy about your nakedness in

are unbelievable." She laughed again, shaking her head—amusing Florence, who now found her

hardly an audience. After all, you must have seen your share of naked

Athena spoke, she waggled her

breath, turning away, suddenly abashed. "You have no filters, young lady. Get into the bathroom

and headed to the bathroom. "Thanks, Grandma. What about Gianna?" She

somber quality. "That friend of yours is really working very hard. I’m worried it’s too much. She needs to rest. At this rate, she will become a

matchmake her with one of your

to deny it. "It would be beautiful if you two

astounded.

laughed and walked out of the room, her laughter echoing even after

the bathroom. Married? Again? No, she

one point, I was thinking of getting in there and dragging you out." Chelsea’s words greeted Athena as she walked out of the

I wouldn’t be surprised." Chelsea continued, pointing

her friend in a

man is waiting

the second time in an hour. Her man?

dancing in her eyes. "It seems the fellow

grace the statement with a response, already knowing the trail Chelsea was pursuing. Fortunately, she would rather focus on the matter at

Antonio was here?

he

"I don’t think I’m the best recipient of that question. I actually intercepted him on his way here. Ewan had pointed him toward

rubbed her forehead weakly, taking in

Was he that indifferent, or was he trying to pass

expected.

something. He’s waiting a few feet away from your door. I told him to wait so I could confirm... He wasn’t pleased at being

her head, lost for words. What was Antonio really doing here? And why in the world

frustration—and lost—as she hurriedly wore her clothes and started toward her door, Chelsea following right

out of it, so I’ll guess you both aren’t as smooth as he thinks," Chelsea

just as Athena opened the door, undeterred by her friend’s speechlessness. "You have a doctor’s

enough to break Athena’s stride out of the room; however, she didn’t stop—only clenched her