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.

floor, and her hand

surprised that you are not shy about your nakedness in front

shoulders. "You are unbelievable." She laughed again, shaking her head—amusing Florence, who

must have seen your share of naked bodies. What will an extra one

Athena spoke, she waggled

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

bathroom. "Thanks, Grandma. What about Gianna?" She

yet back." Florence’s face took on a somber quality. "That friend of yours is really working very hard. I’m worried it’s too much.

snorted. "Trying to matchmake her with one of your

it. "It would be beautiful if you two got married on

astounded.

of the room, her

in incredulity, walked into the bathroom. Married? Again? No,

of getting in there and dragging you out." Chelsea’s words greeted Athena as she walked out of the bathroom, toweling her

at which you bathe, then I

friend in a hug, never mind her almost-naked

up quickly. Your man is waiting in the sitting room for

time in an hour. Her man?

who is talking about Ewan?" Chelsea asked, smiling, mischief dancing in her eyes. "It seems the fellow might be part of the reason you spent so much

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

Antonio was here?

is he

recipient of that question. I actually intercepted him on his way here. Ewan had pointed

Ewan. Athena rubbed her forehead weakly, taking in short puffs

sending Antonio this way? Was he that

guess that’s expected. Antonio is

few feet away from your door. I told him to wait so I could confirm... He wasn’t pleased at being kept out though... like it was his right to be in your room and all. Has he

words. What was Antonio really doing here? And why in the world would Ewan adopt

with frustration—and lost—as she hurriedly wore her clothes

so I’ll guess you both aren’t

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

the room; however, she