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.

the children alone.

coming back that day. When the time difference was put to play, he hoped that he would be back to his city

be found? He pursed his lips, watching

cover that? And where did they stand now? Her texts might have revealed that whatever tension between them

circumstances like Antonio. Her

to snap him out of his thoughts and make him realize that

his former

call me that. Call me John. Or my

a fraction, unable to help the incredulity. Even Ella’s story hadn’t prepared him for this sort of change—the gentleness of John’s voice, the

put up by his appearance, sure, but he wasn’t really bothered in the truest sense. Was

name James..." Ewan started, readjusting

"The reverend taught it wise, and I thought it nice

"So, how does it

smiled, relaxing into the sofa.

thought, mirroring the man’s sitting position. Once, he had had that—well,

mushy expression has overtaken John’s face. "By the way,

such a hidden town doesn’t mean you live under the rock, John. Surely, you

"I have no idea what you

talked

past, who had taught him most of the things he knew now, even

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

nodded like a

back. Get in her graces," John supplied as if the answer was obvious—so obvious that he expected