Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Sugar High

"You both look famished," Florence remarked as Susan and Athena stepped into the living room.

The duo exchanged amused glances.

Famished of natural food, you mean, Athena mused, dropping into an armchair and sprawling ungracefully in it.

After checking out the lab Ewan had conditioned to please her, they had decided to sample the sugared foods the neighbors had brought. One bite had led to two, and two to three—the rest was history.

Athena was sure she smelled of chocolate and butter.

"We are good, ma. Trust us," Susan spoke up for both of them, falling into the next armchair with her hands on her stomach.

The remaining platter had been given to Rodney, who claimed he couldn’t get more sugar into his system at that moment. Since he lived alone, it made sense for him to carry the rest home.

Maybe we shouldn’t have eaten so much, Athena thought, aware of Florence staring at them quizzically, and of old Mr. Thorne stepping into the living room with the kids.

"What’s wrong with them?" he asked his wife, just as troubled as the children, who were now staring at their mother worriedly after offering greetings which went unanswered.

"I am not sure. They look drunk, but I smell no drink on them."

Athena chuckled, sitting upright. "We are drunk, quite alright—but on sugar. Those women could bake a mean cake, my God." She rubbed at her face, got to her feet, and moved tepidly toward the hallway.

Susan roused herself as well. "I think I’ll take a bath and have a long sleep."

Athena couldn’t agree more. She felt momentarily high even as she ruffled her children’s hair and greeted her grandfather, a slur in her voice.

Those women must have put a fair amount of alcohol or cannabis into their baked goods, she concluded as she entered her room and shut the door behind her.

She strolled into the bathroom next, turned on the shower, and stood under it with her clothes still on. Five minutes later, her mind was as clear and sharp as her eyes... well the best it could manage.

Never again, she mused after she was done bathing—this time without the clothes. She needed a long sleep. She thought, looking at her bed longingly.

Yet, though feeling tired, she pushed herself out of the room and into the sitting room, needing to see her kids and wish them goodnight before succumbing to the pull of her bed, which she could feel even while standing in the second living room, watching the children play chess.

"Are you okay, Athena? You look paler than usual..." Chelsea spoke from behind her, flinging an arm across her shoulder.

"Yeah, just tired. Ate a lot of sugar, which I think was tainted with alcohol or something."

Chelsea frowned. "And where did that take place?"

"At my new lab," Athena replied groggily, aware of the sudden silence in the room. Without much care, she staggered to her children—surely there had been cannabis in the cookies, no other explanation would make sense—and crouched to their height.

"Just wanted to say goodnight to my loves, and then I’m off for the night. Have a long day tomorrow." She dropped kisses on their foreheads, pulled their cheeks, and rose to her full height.

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