Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 476

Chapter 476: A Chance

“I love you, Athena,” Ewan declared huskily as he broke away grudgingly from Athena’s lips, resting his forehead against hers, their shaky breaths intertwining together. His voice was low, rough, yet painfully tender.

“I love you, so much that it aches. I know I’m not supposed to, but I’m glad you’re away from Antonio.”

Athena swallowed, annoyed with her thirst for another round of kissing. What was it about his lips that drove sense and time out of her head?

And why was her tongue now loosened to say the words back, when it had always been tied up during her regime with Antonio?

“I know I did hurt you…”

She hushed him with a chaste kiss, her fingers trembling slightly as they touched his jaw. “Let’s not talk about it.”

She couldn’t believe the lowness of her own voice—the silky seduction that laced through it, the tone that announced her intent and her desires.

A tone he answered to, before she could even say jack.

This time, when they came up for air, Athena knew that if they didn’t leave now, they wouldn’t be leaving for the night. And she didn’t think she was ready for that step—not with Ewan, not with the past, though diluted, still hanging over their shoulders.

What if he hurt her again? Broke her heart into pieces?

She knew it was a losing battle though. She already yearned for him, even though he was right there, barely an inch away.

She kissed him again, softly, leisurely—like she was savoring the sweetest meal on earth, one she wouldn’t want to finish. And when he groaned and deepened it, his hands tightening around her waist, drawing her flush against him, driving her into a deeper form of blissful abyss, she knew she was gone.

Dings from their phones broke them apart—not the startled kind of parting, but the slow, reluctant separation of people who couldn’t bear to let go.

She checked her phone first. Her frown caused a drunken-in-love, still-breathless Ewan to peer over at the screen.

A message from Kael.

“He said we should expect the gift tomorrow.”

Ewan checked his own phone then, coming down from the high that had kept him floating above his worries. “Sent the same to me.”

Athena was already getting up. “We should go. Talk with family…”

“Of course…” Ewan muttered, rising to his feet. He held her hand—surprising her—and they walked together out of the house. He led her to the passenger side of the car, as a gentleman would.

She blushed as he opened the door with a dramatic little bow.

“You are crazy.”

“Yes,” he said, his grin boyish and tender all at once. “Crazy in love with you.”

She chuckled as she sat down, watching him close the door before hurrying over to the driver’s seat, smiling all the way.

“Strap in your belt,” he said as he got in.

She obeyed without a fuss, stealing a glance at him as he did the same. What did this mean for them?

When they arrived at the house, the family was in the sitting room—including his friends—but they all pretended like they hadn’t noticed that the two had come in together. Instead, Aiden asked if they had received texts from Kael.

Athena nodded, bewildered. “You got it too?” she said, dropping her bag on a sofa, aware of the absence of the children and her friends. They must already be upstairs.

Aiden nodded. “We all did. I’m not sure how they got our private contacts—including your grandfather’s…”

“I’m sure they’re utilizing the hacker.”

As Spider spoke, he met Ewan’s frustrated gaze. They both knew what it meant.

Athena knew too. If this was the hacker’s handiwork, then they had more reason to be concerned—because this was one hacker Spider hadn’t yet won against.

She sighed. “We will work together, and we will win this fight,” she declared—more to convince herself, really. There was no time to languish in pessimism. They needed the right attitude now, more than ever.

A chorus of positivity greeted her words, with Zane chanting the loudest. She smiled, pleased that he was back to his loud self. Had Gianna met him here on her return?

“So, what do you think he is gearing for?” Old Mr. Thorne asked, breaking Athena’s train of thought.

She shook her head. “We don’t know. No need guessing our minds out. Let’s just wait and see. We’ll tackle it when it comes—whatever it is that he throws at us.”

She yawned then, the exhaustion of the day catching up with her.

“Go take your rest,” Florence said gently. “You’ve been working at the lab since morning, right?”

Athena nodded, yawning again, unable to help it, before doing the rounds of saying goodnight to everyone.

“What about dinner?” Old Mr. Thorne asked his wife.

“She could wait till she wakes up,” Florence replied, then added in a whisper meant only for her husband, “I think she has eaten though. Ewan won’t let her starve.”

The couple exchanged knowing smiles, and Athena wondered what they were talking about as she left the room and entered the hallway, heading straight to her room.

In the bathroom, she turned on the tap, splashing cool water on her face. She brushed her hair back, freshened up, checked her messages for any updates from her doctors at the hospital, and reviewed the patient count for the day.

Everything seemed under control. She placed the phone on silent mode, slipped into her nightwear, and reverted to the bed to sleep.

Her thoughts, of course, betrayed her—drifting toward the day, mostly toward Ewan.

She got up again eventually, unable to resist the pull, and tiptoed to the children’s room. They were both asleep, their faces soft and peaceful under the warm light. She leaned down and kissed their foreheads gently.

When she stepped back into the hallway, she met Ewan. He was standing there, as if waiting for her. Their eyes held for a long moment, both hearts beating too loud for comfort.

He followed her to her doorstep, neither of them speaking.

When she turned to say goodnight, he kissed her softly.

“Give me a chance, Athena,” he murmured, his voice deep, raw, trailing his finger along her cheek gently—making her breathing feverish.

“Please…”

She met his gaze, her throat tight, heart unsteady. “Okay.”