Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Long Night II

What is he doing here? That was the first thought that raced through Ewan’s mind as he watched Antonio rub slow circles on Athena’s hands.

A wave of frustration washed over him, accompanied by a slight tremor in his hands and a dull, painful thud of his heart that seemed to sync with his simmering anger and jealousy.

Zane nudged him subtly, a familiar, silent reminder to keep his cool, to breathe, and to temper the emotions threatening to spill over.

"Ewan, what a lovely sight!" Florence exclaimed, oblivious of the gathering tension in the room, her voice bright with enthusiasm as she sprang to her feet and hurried over to him.

Her hands were warm and comforting as she pinched his cheeks, just as she had done so many times during his childhood.

Ewan couldn’t help but let out a muffled laugh, which drew a soft giggle from Kathleen, who was watching—amused—at the spectacle, right before she felt Nathaniel’s palm on her thigh.

Ewan’s expression was more comical as he tried to free his cheeks which were squeezed and drawn apart byFlorence’s strong grasp—making Old Mr. Thorne laugh out loud, unable to suppress the emotion any longer.

Gianna, who had determined, seconds ago, not to let Zane’s presence spoil her joyful mood, joined in the laughter too. She was in high spirits after all. She had successfully bagged a delightful new contract that had her bouncing with energy, eager to celebrate.

"Good afternoon, ma’am..." Ewan greeted once he was finally freed from Florence’s grip, followed closely by his friends.

The room then erupted into a flurry of greetings, hands shaking, laughter echoing as the awkwardness of the moment dissolved. Even Aiden, who had worn a foul mood since earlier in the day, seemed to set it aside as he anticipated the drama this evening might bring.

Kathleen and Nathaniel, however, didn’t know to navigate this waters that was knowing their father. They hadn’t greeted him, neither had they acknowleged his greetings. Not really...except a barely seen curt nod would count as one.

"So, Ewan, what do we have here?" Old Mr. Thorne called out when the atmosphere began to dip into awkward silence, a momentary lapse after Florence excused herself to discuss dinner arrangements with the servants.

Ewan swallowed hard, shooting furtive glances at his two friends, the weight of expectations pressing on him. Finally, he gestured to the bags before him, his heart racing just a little faster. "Gifts for the kids, their mother, you, and your wife..."

"What about me?" Gianna interjected playfully, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief.

The intensity of her gaze nearly took Ewan’s breath away, but the smirk playing on her lips revealed she was merely teasing.

Relief washed over him as he broke into a nervous laugh, nervously rubbing his hands together. He inwardly chided himself for the level of anxiety he felt in front of this familiar group of people.

"Well, I owe you one then, Gianna. Do you have anything in mind?" Ewan offered, trying to smooth over his nerves with a confident smile.

Beside him, Zane’s sharp intake of breath sent a small jolt of alarm through Ewan, but he was hopeful that his friend would manage to control his mouth and feelings in this moment. He had brought them along for support, not to create additional drama.

"Well, an Areso gown would be nice," Gianna replied, an innocent yet mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes.

Ewan opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted when Zane scoffed bitterly, the tension in the room thickening once more. Ewan turned and shot a glare at him, silently urging his friend to reel it in.

"I will be outside. Need to make a call," Zane declared, avoiding Ewan’s gaze but knowing full well he had stepped in it. He quickly rose from his chair and excused himself, striding toward the door without another word.

An uncomfortable silence settled over the room once Zane exited, punctuated only by the soft rustle of clothing and subtle glances exchanged. Gianna busied herself with her phone, feigning interest as the tension mounted.

Athena sighed softly, her gaze drifting between Ewan and her children. She could see the beads of sweat forming on Ewan’s forehead, despite the air conditioning blasting in the room. The twins, too, wore expressions that betrayed their discomfort, as if they were seated on hot coals.

"Aren’t you going to check out your own gift, old man?" She began, her tone light, immediately Florence returned. _{freёwebnovel.com}