Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 426

Chapter 426: Party Time V

Old Mr. Thorne could understand his granddaughter’s awe at the scenery in front of her, could understand her twitching nose, could understand her inhaling deeply as if to suck as much beautiful air as she could.

After all, this was the place tended lovingly by his wife, a place he usually came to when he needed to think, to make critical decisions, to relax without the interruption of the outside world.

"It is your space too. You can come here when you need to think... so you don’t make hasty decisions."

The softer allure of his last words got Athena’s attention, her brows knitting together as she tried to comprehend his intent.

"Grandpa, if this is about—"

"It is." Old Mr. Thorne agreed, his eyes meeting hers in so much fatherly love that Athena’s defensiveness faded away. She instead shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

It, however, didn’t mean that she was planning to change her mind—only to listen to him.

"I know what I am doing, Grandpa. I know you like Ewan..."

"This is not about Ewan or Antonio, this is about you—about what you want, what you need, what choice you don’t regret in the future..." He paused, his voice lowering. "Athena, are you sure this is what you want? An engagement? Are you ready for such a deep relationship, when your feelings are entangled in confusion?"

How did he know? Athena licked her lower lip, swallowing. "I’m not confused anymore. It’s Antonio I want."

A sigh escaped her grandfather’s lips, and she had the feeling she had answered wrongly, though for the life of her she couldn’t understand why she would feel that way.

"Is it because of Victoria and her sudden need to be with Ewan?"

Athena cussed under her breath, unable to help it. "That whoremonger... she must be planning on abandoning Cedric and latching on Ewan, as my cousin is no longer the heir to your empire."

A pause, her voice tightening with heat. "Too bad Ewan isn’t in his right mind to see it. He seems to always fall for desperate, coquettish females who act like they would die without his help. Too bad for him then that I am not like that!"

She was unaware of the bitterness that had seeped into her voice, the anger that played around her words.

Her grandfather sighed again. "Ewan isn’t like that. If you had been patient enough, you would have seen that he pushed her away."

So, her grandfather had been watching? What else did he see?

"Only because Antonio came to me then... his ego couldn’t take it!" she snapped, needing her grandfather to see this ploy, this show of men.

"Only because seeing Antonio caught his admiration of you short, made him aware of his surroundings—aware of who was beside him. I know because when I’m with your grandmother, things cease to exist around me. When our gazes meet, interact, I lose any train of thought that had been besieging me before then. What fills my mind is just her..." He paused, his voice weighted with memory.

"But that’s beside the point. I’m not here to put Ewan in your good graces... yes, I think he is a good man, considerate and all, but my concern is you..."

Athena lifted her head gently from his shoulder, her eyes narrowing. "How so?"

Old Mr. Thorne grabbed her hand, clasping it in his. "There is no light in your eyes when you gaze at Antonio. That light is missing."

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