Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Explanations?

"Do you think I should tell him everything?" Athena wiped her mouth elegantly with a serviette and dumped it on the empty plate before her.

She hadn’t known how hungry she was until Aiden had served her a plate of spicy spaghetti with meatballs, gotten from a nearby restaurant. She had been awake for twenty-five minutes.

Beside her on the bed was Ewan, with an empty plate and a naked upper body. Kent had dressed his wounds too before leaving for his hospital.

"I don’t know," Ewan replied after a slight hesitation. "He’s a close family friend. I don’t want my feelings around him to influence your decision." He turned to Aiden. "What do you think? You’re a neutral person."

Aiden shrugged in response, drank from his beer can. "I think we should keep the core details between us. Just tell him to sack the twins. That would make them run, and make it easier to trace them and their stupid lab."

"That might work too," Ewan agreed, peering at his phone when its ringtone pierced the air. Sandro.

"Hey, are you guys done moving in?" he put the call on speaker, seeing Athena’s subtle—or so she thought—effort in eavesdropping.

"Yes. Just putting together some things, making it fit for the boss woman." Zane’s chuckle was heard in the background.

"How is she doing? The surgery done?"

"Yeah," Ewan answered, a frown appearing on his face, one of distaste, as he spoke his next words. "The bastards put six trackers in her. I’m sure they calculated that we might discover their antics and had put multiple to counter our efforts. Those idiots! Those..."

A catch of breath, a seize of words when he felt Athena’s calming touch on his hand.

Stay calm, her beautiful eyes seemed to communicate to him.

Did she know what her touch did to him? He wondered, forgetting Sandro for a second.

Because if she did, she wouldn’t be touching him like that! Looking at him like that! Did he enjoy it? Of course. But it was torture, knowing he couldn’t kiss those succulent lips, that he couldn’t run his hands freely on her skin.

He cussed out in his mind. She belonged to another man—or so she thought.

"Ewan..."

He cleared his throat, ignored Aiden’s scoff, and asked Sandro what he had missed.

"I was asking you about the trackers. What was their make?" Sandro didn’t know what was going on on the other side, but he was sure that it had something to do with his friend’s honey-bee attraction to the lady boss.

"Yes. Government stuff. Another indicator that our man is in the seats of power."

"Do you think it’s the president?" a whispered question. "That maybe Morgan has been flown to a luxurious suite and is taken care of by naked, curvaceous women?"

The laugh escaped Athena’s lips before she could stop it. "Sandro! I never knew you had such a vivid imagination!"

The latter immediately hung up, and Aiden burst out into laughter. "Way to go, Athena. You just alerted the poor guy that the call was on speaker."

She shrugged, smiling. "I just couldn’t help it. Neither could I believe he mentioned multiple curvaceous women."

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