Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Third News II

"Where is Mommy?" Nathaniel asked Ewan immediately as he came into the dining room with his sister, both dressed in their uniforms for school. Behind them was Chelsea, who would be taking them to school that morning.

"She is already out for work," Ewan replied simply, watching as the trio took their seats in the dining room.

He raised a brow, wondering at their fascination with toasted bread as all three reached for the same plate at the same time.

Gianna had done the same thing a few minutes ago, grabbing four of the sweet-smelling goodness before hurrying out of the house as though someone had lighted a flame under her ass.

"This tastes different," Kate mentioned with a small frown, chewing slowly. "Did Grandma not make it?"

Ewan exchanged glances with Old Mr. Thorne, whom he had been talking with before the trio stepped in, and shook his head. "No. I did."

Silence fell in the room, only interrupted by Old Mr. Thorne sipping from his coffee cup. But just for a minute.

Chelsea broke it with a laugh. "Didn’t know you could cook too, Ewan... who taught you? Athena?"

She winked, amused, as Ewan visibly balked at the comment.

"What?" She pressed,then remembering the twins with her, she shrugged her shoulders, biting down on the softness.

"Don’t you like it?" Ewan asked his children, ignoring Chelsea’s question deliberately. Who had taught him to cook—or rather make toasted bread that way—was Athena. It was no surprise Chelsea had guessed it right. The woman must have eaten a lot of it from her friend’s hands.

But Athena coaching him had been more of an indirect consequence. During their cold marriage, he had loved her food so much that when he came across her recipe book in the kitchen where she wrote things down, he couldn’t resist peeking through.

Toasted bread was one of the few that stayed with him over the years, mostly because he practiced making it so much that he had become a pro.

"I like it. Tastes like Mom’s," Kate said softly, then exchanged a sly glance with her brother.

Old Mr. Thorne almost laughed out loud, holding back the sound behind his coffee cup. His wise great-grandchildren, he mused, enjoying another sip of the coffee which Ewan had made too.

Maybe he should hire Ewan as a barista.

Ewan, however, had nothing to say. He only pressed his lips together tightly. Next, the twins would be reporting him to Athena.

"You cook other stuff too?" Nathaniel asked curiously, his spoon paused midair.

Ewan nodded. "Relieves stress sometimes."

His lips quirked when his children exchanged quick glances. Did their mother cook to relieve stress too?

He was amused then, amusement that knocked a reasonable amount of tension off his shoulders.

After Athena had left for her lab, after he had finished making connections, research, and calls too, he had become reasonably bored. Unsleepy too, for he had drunk coffee most of the night. So, he had burned out the frustration in the kitchen, relieving the servants of their morning duty—Florence too.

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