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

Chapter 373: Sugar High

"You both look famished," Florence remarked as Susan and Athena stepped into the living room.

The duo exchanged amused glances.

Famished of natural food, you mean, Athena mused, dropping into an armchair and sprawling ungracefully in it.

After checking out the lab Ewan had conditioned to please her, they had decided to sample the sugared foods the neighbors had brought. One bite had led to two, and two to three—the rest was history.

Athena was sure she smelled of chocolate and butter.

"We are good, ma. Trust us," Susan spoke up for both of them, falling into the next armchair with her hands on her stomach.

The remaining platter had been given to Rodney, who claimed he couldn’t get more sugar into his system at that moment. Since he lived alone, it made sense for him to carry the rest home.

Maybe we shouldn’t have eaten so much, Athena thought, aware of Florence staring at them quizzically, and of old Mr. Thorne stepping into the living room with the kids.

"What’s wrong with them?" he asked his wife, just as troubled as the children, who were now staring at their mother worriedly after offering greetings which went unanswered.

"I am not sure. They look drunk, but I smell no drink on them."

Athena chuckled, sitting upright. "We are drunk, quite alright—but on sugar. Those women could bake a mean cake, my God." She rubbed at her face, got to her feet, and moved tepidly toward the hallway.

roused herself as well. "I think I’ll take

momentarily high even as she ruffled her children’s hair and greeted her grandfather,

into their baked goods, she concluded as she entered her room and shut

still on. Five minutes later, her mind was as clear and sharp as her eyes... well the best it

she mused after she was done bathing—this time without the clothes. She needed a long sleep. She thought, looking

the room and into the sitting room, needing to see her kids and wish them goodnight before succumbing to the pull of her bed, which she could feel even while standing in the second living room, watching the

than usual..." Chelsea spoke from behind her, flinging an

lot of sugar, which I think

frowned. "And where did that

the room. Without much care, she staggered to her children—surely

then I’m off for the night. Have a long day tomorrow." She dropped kisses on their foreheads,

fell to their height again. "What do you two do at school?"

The details their mother had given as the reason for her state were sparse. Where had she

do you mean, Mom?" Nate finally asked, the chess

about you two being passively in control of your

bully, that they’ll get the virus that’s spreading around town and

she were raising wise counsel, and then got to her feet. She staggered,

in frustration and told Athena to get to bed. "Sleep it off. You’ll be fine tomorrow morning. Maybe then you can tell us where

answer. "From the neighborrrssss, old man. To welcomeeee the new person in theeee neighborhood... you knowwww, it’s... a...

others in the room did, completely seeing the root

to lead her out