Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: The President’s Order

"You really are not going to let this go?" Athena queried as she adorned her finely smooth wrist with a silver bracelet.

"Why would I? It’s not every day that I get to hear Antonio’s vulnerability," Aiden replied cheerfully, munching on an apple.

His laidback attitude this morning made Athena almost regret letting him into her room.

Sighing, tired of his relentless banter, she turned and shot him a glare. But that didn’t faze Aiden, rather he mimicked Antonio’s words from last night just before the call had ended. "Goodnight, Athena. I love you."

Athena shook her head, resolutely refusing to find amusement in Aiden’s taunt.

"Shouldn’t this play be behind your age grade?" She asked, picking up the brown leather tote bag that contained her laptop and a couple of files from the bed, bracing herself for whatever challenges the day would fling her way.

In there too was her bottle of pills.

After the troubling episodes of two days ago, she vowed never to go anywhere without them. She had even transferred them to a gum container to deflect any suspicions from those around her.

Aiden stood up and chuckled, shaking his head. "Not at all. I can’t wait to see his face today... Do you think he will remember?"

Athena’s brow furrowed as she hoped for the opposite outcome. "I don’t think so. He was too consumed by sleep, remember? So, I would appreciate it if you kept your thoughts to yourself. Your sense of humor won’t be appreciated in this regard; you’ll just end up embarrassing me and putting me in a bad spot."

Aiden punched the air in mock frustration. "Damn! I would have loved to tease him about this."

Athena huffed and started toward the door. "Grow up, Aiden. You talked about me forgetting the grievances of the twins toward me, and here you are, ready to dunk on Antonio because of his actions toward you last year..."

Aiden snorted. "This is different! The dude hadn’t let me hear the end of it for weeks because I slept on a stripper’s lap instead of doing what I was supposed to. Worse, I ended up spouting gibberish..."

Athena laughed out loud then, reliving that hilarious episode, much to Aiden’s chagrin.

"Let it go, Aiden. Take your own advice." She opened the door and walked into the hallway, Aiden trailing closely behind.

In the sitting room, Old Mr. Thorne and his wife were already waiting. After exchanging greetings, Athena asked, "Where are Gianna and the kids?"

"She went to drop them off at school. Don’t worry; there’s a large security detail following them— very trained personnel," Mr. Thorne reassured her.

Athena nodded, willing her racing heart to calm down. Old Mr. Thorne’s security team comprised some of the most skilled personnel she had ever encountered.

"Alright then, shall we...?" She began, but stopped when Old Mr. Thorne pointed toward the dining table. There was breakfast waiting for her.

"You have to eat something, and take aspirin at least..."

Athena shook her head; there was no time for breakfast. They were just ten minutes out from the shareholders’ meeting. "I’ve had some apples..." She lied, knowing Aiden wouldn’t call her out.

"Besides, I don’t feel any aches in my head or legs..." She flexed her legs as proof, suppressing a wince when a sharp pain shot through her leg. Nothing a few days and some medication wouldn’t fix later.

"No idea. Maybe we should ask them," Florence suggested. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}