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.

have to eat with the children alone. It’s already late. I will

the time, considering he had texted his children to let them know 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

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

did they stand now? Her texts might have revealed that whatever tension between them had

external circumstances like Antonio.

doing here?" His boss’s question was enough to snap him out of

Ewan started, stopping when his former

that. Call me John. Or my

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 gentleness

latter was put up by his appearance, sure, but he wasn’t really bothered in the truest sense. Was that what peace of mind looked like? Tranquility of both

loved the name James..." Ewan started,

wise, and I thought it nice to

laughed, catching the joke. "So, how does it feel to

relaxing into the

Once, he had had that—well,

better, you know... Ella my love..." A mushy expression has overtaken John’s face.

his divorce? "That you live in such a hidden town doesn’t mean you live under the rock,

"I have no idea what you are talking about? Did something

talked

talking with 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

story. "And I take it

like a devout

her graces," John supplied as if the answer