Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 475

Chapter 475: False Pretense

“Am I the only one that feels the familiarity pang…?”

Athena looked up from her phone—and from the piece of Ewan’s toasted bread she was eating. Ewan, who had left with her friends and the children to drop them off at their locations before stopping at his company.

She was mildly startled when she saw Spider step into the dining room, pluck a toasted slice from the large plate, and settle down with a small grin.

“Ewan’s bread…” he murmured, sniffing it before taking a bite. “I don’t think I can ever forget his own kind.”

Athena was fast becoming a believer of that.

“No, you’re not the only one that feels it,” she said, answering his question, dropping her phone on the table and the bread in her hand too.

“Have you found out where it’s originating from?”

Spider shook his head, chewing thoughtfully. “But I’m sure it will come in due time. I have a sharp brain.”

Athena nodded in agreement, lips curving faintly. “As I have noticed. When you do, please let me know. Mine is fuzzy.”

Spider, of course, knew what she was talking about. He had read up about her condition—hers and Ewan’s—and the fact that she had it worse, considering she was the one who had saved him from the river.

“Of course,” he said softly.

“So, have you chosen a cottage yet?” Athena picked up the toasted bread again, taking a slow bite and holding back a moan as its buttery goodness baptized her tongue and lingered.

Spider nodded, reaching for the flask to pour himself some coffee. He added sugar and milk in large quantities—so much that Athena tilted her head and wondered if that was still coffee at all. She watched him stir the mix and take a satisfied sip.

“It will be a good space for my work,” he said, watching her over the rim of his mug. “How are you handling the influx of patients into the hospital? It’s like the gang, seeing you have the cure, is trying to burn you out.”

Athena chuckled softly. “Lucky for me, I have competent doctors. Trustworthy this time. We run checks on them weekly.”

Spider nodded approvingly. “That’s good. So as to sieve out any unwanted ones. I’ve told Aiden to do the same for the president’s men—including the secret security. We don’t know how deep the infiltration has gone…”

Athena bit her lower lip, her thoughts turning dark. Together with Aiden’s research on Antonio, was a report on the state of the president.

According to it, the family was recovering well—but that wasn’t exactly anxiety-relieving, considering the mole was that close.

Good thing Spider was awake now. He could help his friends in the dark web deal with this nonsense once and for all. Her grandfather had already promised to bear the charges.

“Thank you. I’m sure he will do that,” she finally said, noticing Spider staring at her—his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to remember something.

She chuckled and pushed away from the chair, getting to her feet. “I’m sure it will come in due time. Till then, have a nice day.”

He laughed and wished her the same. She could feel his gaze following her until she rounded the bend and left the house, en route to the lab.

Stella had assured her that things were under control in the hospital.

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Athena wasn’t sure how long she had worked—creating more batches of the vaccines with the up-to-date machines Ewan had facilitated the lab with—until a call caused her phone to ring out.

She stretched her neck from left to right, easing the ache, then removed the gloves on her hands and dropped them on the table. The call had somehow arrived on time, seeing as she had just finished the last batch.

She only hoped it wasn’t Antonio—it couldn’t be, since she had blocked his number for the day.

Her lips curved into a small smile when she saw it was Ewan, though surprise flickered when she spotted the time. Five p.m.? She had been working for more than seven hours? The dull ache spreading across her back and shoulders confirmed it.

She answered the call, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

“Hey… didn’t catch you at the hospital. Are you at the lab?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Didn’t drop by the hospital today. Had to make batches, considering Kael is getting desperate.”

They shared a not-so-sad laugh.

“Okay. I’m coming around. I’ll pick you up so we can go home.”

Before she could wiggle herself out of that arrangement, the call ended.

“Damn it!” she muttered, glaring helplessly at the phone. The helplessness wasn’t just at the call—it was at the emotions rushing through her veins.

So that we can go home.

Why would he say that?

She placed a hand on her chest, as if that could calm the traitorous heart thudding beneath—but it didn’t help. Not one bit.

Instead, she hurried to clean up the lab, wiping every counter, sealing the samples, and arranging the trays. Then she checked her appearance in the bathroom mirror, wiping her cheeks and wetting her face lightly with a stick from her bag.

She loosened her hair, letting it fall in waves around her shoulders, ruffled it a bit for softness, and when she was somewhat pleased with what she saw, she exhaled shakily and hurried out of the lab into the elevator that would take her to the surface.

When Ewan arrived at the last house on the family-themed street, Athena had already sent Rodney and the bodyguards home, citing that he would be here to pick her up. She had ruffled up a light meal from what little she had in the fridge and set the table neatly.

“Just thought we could have something light before heading home…” she said, her heart humming, her mind threatening to fog with emotions as she opened the door and gestured toward the table.

And when he smiled—that slow, devastatingly sexy smile of his—she thought the stress had been worth it. The uncertain thoughts, the pretense of ignorance about why she was doing what she was doing… all of it was worth it.

After the light meal, they settled together on the sofa, both hesitant to leave the private space that seemed to breathe around them. The silence stretched, heavy and electric.

“Come close, Athena. I don’t bite.”

Ewan finally broke the tense atmosphere, his voice deep, playful, and yet threaded with something dangerous. He beckoned with his eyes for her to close the distance between them on the sofa.

She hesitated—a single heartbeat—and so he covered the distance himself. His lips immediately found solace near her ear.

“You said… you wouldn’t… bite,” Athena whispered, her breath faltering when his teeth grazed her ear, his hand closing gently over her trembling one.