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

Chapter 439: Lucky II

The old man really did go fishing. Ewan was amused, watching his old boss step into the sitting room with a basket of medium to small-sized fishes and his fishing gear.

He watched the kids rush to their father, hugging the latter and awning over the catch. He watched Ella leave her knitting, which she had been on while they had talked about the old and recent times, and hug her husband.

He watched the old boss laugh, kissing his wife and children—only for the smile to freeze on his lips when the latter saw him sitting on the longest sofa in the room with a book in his hands, one he had found somewhat interesting.

Maybe because of boredom. It wasn’t his usual read.

"Ewan."

"In flesh, and breathing," Ewan stated, getting to his feet, aware of the wife and children moving aside to watch the reunion of the two men.

The two stood still, watching each other. Ewan nursed a smile on his lips, knowing a hundred percent from his talks with Ella that this fellow in front of him was the changed, humbled version of the man he had once known—even though he looked quite the same, only older.

"Are you going to keep staring at me, boss?"

The boss kissed his teeth and looked at his wife. "Can you give us some room? Maybe take the kids to bed. Have they eaten yet?"

Ella shook her head. "We were waiting for you."

"Oh my love... well, seeing as this brat has come to see me..."

Ewan laughed, breaking whatever ice that remained in the air.

children alone. It’s already late. I will have

that he would be coming back that day. When the time difference was put to play, he hoped that he would be back to his city in time for the cake time Athena had promised a

to be found? He pursed his lips, watching Ella obey her husband, also taking the basket of fishes,

stand now? Her texts might have revealed that whatever tension between them had dissolved, but you could

like Antonio. Her engagement with

to snap him out

his

that. Call me John. Or my baptized name,

for this sort of change—the gentleness of John’s voice, the

the truest sense. Was that what peace of

name James..." Ewan started, readjusting his sitting

it wise, and I thought it nice to answer

catching the joke. "So, how does

smiled, relaxing into the sofa. "At

had that—well, before

it all the better, you know... Ella my love..." A mushy expression has overtaken John’s face. "By the way, how

in such a hidden town doesn’t

was John’s turn to frown. "I have no

talked about

this male who had been a terror in the past, who had taught him most of the things he knew now, even in business; who had taken him as a disciple somewhat, a son, and a friend—well, as far as friends could go in that

John muttered when Ewan was done narrating the story. "And I take it that you want

like a devout

win her back. Get in her graces," John supplied as if