Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Long Night

"Do you think the extra gifts were necessary, Ewan?" Zane asked, his voice laced with curiosity as he watched Sandro empty the car of the items they had just purchased from the store.

"Sure, the twins would—or rather, might—be excited when they see the newest advanced LEGO set you’ve brought, along with the castle set, but the comic books and paint materials..."

He paused, his gaze drifting to Sandro, who was wrestling with an overflowing array of bags. "I don’t think that was a tactical move on your part. I’ve never seen anything like that around their house. I think they’re past that stage..."

Ewan remained silent at first, absorbing Zane’s words as he began to collect some of the items from Sandro.

The weight of the conversation hung in the air, and then Zane nudged his left shoulder, as if urging him to engage. Reluctantly, Ewan accepted that this was not a rhetorical question.

"No matter how intelligent they are, Zane, they’re still kids. Not older than six. Sometimes, they need to loosen up a bit. It can’t be all puzzles and codes, building something or cracking some secret." Ewan sighed deeply, as if releasing not just air, but the burden of expectation.

"Sometimes, they should just... be kids. But if they don’t want it, they can always give it to Kendra. She seems like fun. At least, I gleaned that from the profile Spider sent us a few days ago."

Zane scoffed, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Have you forgotten the end part of the profile? The girl is no longer in the country. Luca took her away, accompanied by her grandmother, Margeret."

Ewan bit his lower lip, the reality of the situation sinking in. "Oh well... let’s see how it goes." His heart began to pick up the pace as they approached the imposing tall gates. He suddenly halted dramatically, recalling something important. "Sandro, where’s the other package? The one I got for Athena?"

"Here..." Sandro muttered, his voice strained as both hands were full.

Zane, carrying fewer items, stepped over to him and carefully extracted the sizable bag, ensuring not to upset Sandro’s balance to the point that everything would tumble to the ground.

Passers-by on the street glanced curiously at the trio, surely questioning if they had received the Christmas memo late.

"What’s even inside here?" Zane asked, peering into the bag. "You never mentioned it after you excused yourself to buy it. Is it a perfume?" As he inspected its contents, his brows raised to his hairline in confusion upon discovering a set of fiction books by one ’Coleen.’

"I can’t believe my eyes, Ewan..." He laughed in disbelief. "You got a set of fiction for Athena? Dude! What is wrong with you?! Didn’t you see maybe a designer dress or something?"

Ewan wetted his lips, the words catching in his throat. He didn’t know how to respond.

Athena had never complained about the last book gift he had given her, so he had assumed she enjoyed it—an assumption borne when he had spotted a couple of the Coleen’s books in her room after driving her away from his mansion six years ago.

These ones weren’t signed like the previous ones, but at least it was still a Coleen book, right?

Zane shook his head sorrowfully afterward, prompting Ewan to wonder if he had made yet another foolish mistake. Perhaps Athena wasn’t keen on these books at all. Maybe she would prefer designer gowns. Didn’t Zane know her better?