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

Chapter 434: Third News II

"Where is Mommy?" Nathaniel asked Ewan immediately as he came into the dining room with his sister, both dressed in their uniforms for school. Behind them was Chelsea, who would be taking them to school that morning.

"She is already out for work," Ewan replied simply, watching as the trio took their seats in the dining room.

He raised a brow, wondering at their fascination with toasted bread as all three reached for the same plate at the same time.

Gianna had done the same thing a few minutes ago, grabbing four of the sweet-smelling goodness before hurrying out of the house as though someone had lighted a flame under her ass.

"This tastes different," Kate mentioned with a small frown, chewing slowly. "Did Grandma not make it?"

Ewan exchanged glances with Old Mr. Thorne, whom he had been talking with before the trio stepped in, and shook his head. "No. I did."

Silence fell in the room, only interrupted by Old Mr. Thorne sipping from his coffee cup. But just for a minute.

Chelsea broke it with a laugh. "Didn’t know you could cook too, Ewan... who taught you? Athena?"

She winked, amused, as Ewan visibly balked at the comment.

"What?" She pressed,then remembering the twins with her, she shrugged her shoulders, biting down on the softness.

"Don’t you like it?" Ewan asked his children, ignoring Chelsea’s question deliberately. Who had taught him to cook—or rather make toasted bread that way—was Athena. It was no surprise Chelsea had guessed it right. The woman must have eaten a lot of it from her friend’s hands.

so much that when he came across her recipe book in the kitchen where she wrote things down, he couldn’t resist

few that stayed with him over the years, mostly because

like it. Tastes like Mom’s," Kate said softly, then exchanged a sly

coffee cup. His wise great-grandchildren, he mused, enjoying another sip of the coffee which Ewan had

hire Ewan as a

say. He only pressed his lips together tightly. Next, the twins would

Nathaniel asked curiously, his spoon

"Relieves

quick glances. Did their mother cook

knocked a reasonable amount of

had left for her lab, after he had finished making connections, research, and calls too, he had become reasonably bored. Unsleepy too, for he had drunk coffee most

with a fever from the stress of yesterday, according to

the same, the cooking spree had turned out

the people before him, or the ones who left the house an hour ago—Sandro to the company, Aiden and Susan to their agency where they would work hand in hand with Eric to trace and bring

to refortify the black cells. They had blamed the incident on a

hand dampened his mood, in addition to the fact that he would soon be on

what to expect. Would the old man be accepting, vengeful?

on his way, but he wanted to see his children first, since they hadn’t met Athena before she left for

in the car, driven by two security officials, three more cars following them

come back?" Kathleen asked softly, tilting her head as he put the seat