Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358: At Odds

Athena blushed seeing Ewan enter the sitting room right after her. Did he follow her?

Her heartbeat soared rapidly over an invisible ceiling when his gaze met hers—crashing just as suddenly when it flitted past her like it hadn’t met her mere nanoseconds ago.

She swallowed, an involuntary action, and tucked her hands to her sides, wishing she had worn a gown with pockets.

"Ewan!" she heard Old Mr. Thorne call out, happiness shining through his voice.

Even the twins, whom she had hoped would be in bed, hurried toward their father, neglecting her in the process. It didn’t matter that they had rushed toward him straight from their nestled position around her thighs; they had just finished welcoming her.

It was unavoidable, she supposed, that they would greet Ewan, thinking he had come in with her. But it didn’t make the bitter taste on her tongue go away.

"You didn’t tell me you were coming..." the old man continued, gesturing for Ewan to take a seat.

Ewan did so, carrying the twins on either side of his arms, without looking at her still.

The strength of the man, Athena mused, forgetting she was still standing.

"Athena, are you okay?" Florence, who had just come out from the kitchen, watched her granddaughter watch Ewan and the children; understanding, to an extent, the mixed emotions swarming in the latter’s eyes.

Athena cleared her throat unhurriedly, found her balance, and walked out of the sitting room. "I am fine," she tossed over her shoulder as she walked past her grandmother, who looked at her with worry.

"Ma, I am fine," she insisted when the older woman followed her into her room.

"You look fine, yes, but I know you are swamped with confusion."

Athena exhaled and dropped herself onto the bed, flinging her heels away unceremoniously. "Tell me about it," she muttered, her hand flailing across her back to unclasp the hook that held the two sides of the dress together.

"Let me." Florence did the honors and stepped away, watching as her granddaughter got rid of the dress without an iota of shame—unlike others in her shoes might have, seeing as they had only made the necessary familial acquaintance a few days ago.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Aiden had somehow enrolled her little girl in the army, where she might have learned to be so shameless about her nakedness in front of people.

"What are you thinking about, Ma?" Athena asked, eyebrow raised, noting the thinning lines on her grandmother’s forehead—a sign the latter was deep in thought.

Her bra joined the heap on the floor, and her hand lay limply on her panties.

Florence shrugged. "Just surprised that you are not shy about your nakedness in front of an audience."

Athena laughed, the huge tension leaving her shoulders. "You are unbelievable." She laughed again, shaking her head—amusing Florence, who now found her earlier thoughts foolish.

"You are my grandmother, hardly an audience. After all, you must have seen your share of naked bodies. What will an extra one do?"

As Athena spoke, she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Florence blushed and laughed in the same breath, turning away, suddenly abashed. "You have no filters, young lady. Get into the bathroom quickly. Dinner will be waiting for you when you’re out."

Athena laughed and headed to the bathroom. "Thanks, Grandma. What about Gianna?" She paused at the threshold.

"Not yet back." Florence’s face took on a somber quality. "That friend of yours is really working very hard. I’m worried it’s too much. She needs to rest. At this rate, she will become a broomstick soon. I don’t think men like that."

Athena snorted. "Trying to matchmake her with one of your friend’s grandsons?"

Florence didn’t bother to deny it. "It would be beautiful if you two got married on the same day."

Athena was astounded. "Married? MAAA!!"

Florence only laughed and walked out of the room, her laughter echoing even after she had shut the door.

Athena, still bathed in incredulity, walked into the bathroom. Married? Again? No, she would rather go to Antarctica for a swim!

"At one point, I was thinking of getting in there and dragging you out." Chelsea’s words greeted Athena as she walked out of the bathroom, toweling her hair slowly, luxuriantly.

"If this is the rate at which you bathe, then I wouldn’t be surprised." Chelsea continued, pointing at the toweling motion.

Athena chuckled and met her friend in a hug, never mind her almost-naked state.

"Dress up quickly. Your man is waiting in the sitting room for you."

Athena balked for the second time in an hour. Her man? "Ewan isn’t my man."

Antonio. Ewan. Athena rubbed her forehead weakly, taking in short puffs of air.

Ewan. What was he doing sending Antonio this way? Was he that indifferent, or was he trying to pass a certain message to Antonio?

It seemed to her she was handling a million things at the same time. Overwhelmed, yet again, she thought, sliding the appointment into a mental folder of urgent things so she wouldn’t forget.

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