Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294: Secret Operations VI

"We are all ready?" Athena asked as they confidently entered the Hidden Spoon; a rundown restaurant that Spider had claimed and thus, had convinced Ewan, was merely a front for operations that ran out of sight.

Still Ewan lagged slightly behind Athena, taking in the peeling paint of the restaurant, the disordered patrons, and dim lighting while he watched her interact with a waitress who was eyeing them from head to toe.

He struggled to mask the admiration and respect that flooded his features for his wife. He didn’t want her getting uncomfortable.

Since he had become her partner, she seemed to think he was the admirable one; however, in his heart, he knew it was she who truly deserved the credit.

Managing secret missions while keeping her businesses running smoothly, all while taking care of the kids, was nothing short of remarkable. She was a force of nature, and he couldn’t wait for the day he could tell her that openly, without fearing her dismissive smile or subtle wave off of his words.

And, he couldn’t help but acknowledge, albeit grudgingly, that she might not have transformed into this strong woman if she had stayed with him.

As his daughter had pointed out, more than a week ago, he had been foolish—so foolish and full of himself. He hoped he wasn’t that way anymore.

"Where are we heading to?" He whispered to Aiden as they moved quickly through a dusty passageway that desperately needed a good cleaning. The walls here were more grimy and in dire need of a fresh coat of paint.

Couldn’t the Nimbus organization take care of it? They didn’t have to jeopardize their cover really. Just a little paint and scrubbing...will do.

"To the headquarters. I thought that was made clear on the plane," Aiden answered, a smirk tugging at his lips, well aware that his cryptic response hadn’t answered Ewan’s true inquiry.

Unfortunately for Aiden’s teasing, Ewan quickly deduced his intent. He fell silent, patiently waiting for the moment of revelation.

They followed Athena into a room that looked like a storage area, navigating through stacks of boxes until they reached a long metal box.

"Don’t tell me that’s the elevator..." Ewan mused, casting a sideways glance at Aiden.

Athena laughed, turning to meet his gaze. "Don’t tell me you’re afraid."

"Can that even hold our weight? It looks like it could collapse at any moment. Is there no other entrance?" Ewan protested, glancing skeptically at the contraption. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

Aiden snorted and playfully jabbed Ewan on the shoulder. "Quit whining and get into the elevator. We don’t have much time. In case you’ve forgotten, you still have a company to return to."

Ewan scoffed. "Sandro can handle everything perfectly in my absence. Now, answer my question." He halted, folding his arms across his chest.

Athena grinned at his defiance. "Do you want to take the stairs? I think it’ll be safer for you..."

Ewan frowned in distaste. If the restaurant looked this filthy, how ghastly must the stairs be, which likely hadn’t seen foot traffic in ages? No, he decided, he would pass on that.

"Is there truly no other entrance? Surely, there must be another way for agents to come in. They can’t be coming up from here—that would raise alarms with the restaurant patrons."

Athena nodded, acknowledging his point. "There is actually, but this one is preferable, especially since we want to catch Alvarez off guard. There are less agents stationed as watchdogs around this side."

Ewan inhaled softly, recognizing the wisdom in her reasoning. "Let’s go then." He stepped into the elevator first, arms still crossed over his chest, bracing himself for the ride.

As the elevator dropped down and opened at its destination, Ewan rushed out first, exhaling heavily and inhaling deeply.

If he thought his phobia of enclosed spaces was bad in modern elevators, this one was far worse.

He had actually moved closer to Athena, hoping her presence would calm his nerves as it had in the past, but when she glared at him then, questioning his intentions, he had quickly stepped back, choosing to face his fear alone.

Just then, he felt her hand start to massage the center of his back gently—a soothing touch that began to ease his tension.

"I’m sorry. I forgot you were claustrophobic," She whispered, standing beside him, her fingers working their magic.

Yet, as much as he relished her touch, he knew he couldn’t allow that feeling to linger, especially since his little man was getting ready to be quenched of thirst.

So, he thanked her and moved away, trying to regain his composure. "I’m fine now," He stated firmly, meeting her curious gaze.