Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276: Just A Business Meeting V

Athena smiled coyly, dusting imaginary specks of dust off Ewan’s shoulders as if they were close friends simply playing around.

"I hope it won’t, unless our little truce will be over, Mr. Ewan," She whispered, looking up at him, unfazed by their closeness or the gaze of the public, which she could almost feel pressing against them.

"Uhmm..." Ewan stuttered, unsure whether he was aware of the game Athena was subtly playing. Was she flirting with him? Or was it all sarcasm?

Before he could voice his thoughts, she pointed to the spot where the ice cream was being sold. "On second thought, I think I’ll take you up on your offer. I will need a takeout."

Ewan nodded eagerly, like an infatuated teenager, and hurried off to the stand, a spring in his step as he felt compelled to please her.

Athena watched him go with a smile blooming on her lips, her confidence soaring as she noticed some female patrons casting her envious glances.

However, that happiness flickered when she caught herself staring at Ewan’s perfectly shaped rear, accentuated by the snug fit of his pants.

What are you doing, Athena? She scolded herself for what felt like the hundredth time, shaking her head and instantly turning away as if she had been caught in a moment of weakness.

She strode toward the café’s exit, desperate to escape the temptation that clung to her.

Meanwhile, Ewan was busy at the ice cream stand, oblivious to the admiration he had inadvertently stirred.

As the female server batted her fake lashes, he requested an extra scoop in the chocolate bucket—having opted for the bigger size—and added a tub of vanilla and strawberry, the favorites of his children.

"Can you please hurry up? My lady is waiting outside," He uttered, impatience seeping into his tone as he tired of her incessant flirting. "Or do you want me to report to your boss or shut down his business?"

The server shook her head frantically, cursing her poor choice of attire and career. If she were a model, would Ewan have brushed her off so easily? She didn’t think so; she was sure she was more beautiful than his ex-fiancée Fiona or the woman sharing his table.

Ewan ignored the flirtatious glances from the server, dismissed her half-hearted professionalism, and snatched the nylon bags she handed him, careful to dodge her elaborate, painted nails.

Turning, Ewan’s gaze searched for Athena, his pulse quickening when he didn’t see her in their usual spot.

Panic gripped him as he didn’t find her anywhere in the café either. What if she had sent him on this errand just to make her escape? But why would she do that? Over a little gamble?

He rushed outside.

He halted on the sidewalk, breathing erratically when he finally spotted her, casually leaning against his sports car.

Her eyes were shut, head tilted back to the dark sky as if lost in thought. Relief washed over him, yet he didn’t immediately approach; instead, he stood still, admiring her features, the cool night light casting a gentle glow across her curves and emphasizing the smoothness of her neck that he couldn’t help but yearn to kiss and nibble.

Her skin seemed to shimmer under the moonlight, each delicate curve mesmerizing him deeper. Her hair danced lightly in the night breeze, framing her face, and Ewan found himself captivated by the way her lips slightly parted, creating an allure that made his heart race.

Just as he was about to take a step closer, she opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his as if she had sensed him there all along.

"Are you planning to stand there for a month?" She teased, pushing herself away from the car.