Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Just A Business Meeting II
It was worse. So much worse. Athena thought weakly, wishing for the former spot.

In the brightened atmosphere, she saw Ewan’s strong jaw, sharply defined cheekbones, and finely lined lips that spoke tales of teasing. His features had an almost sculptural quality, the angles of his face casting shadows that accentuated his strong masculinity.

The blue of his eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, a vibrant hue that seemed to reflect the very depths of the sea, captivating and intense. His shoulders, broad and muscular, held an air of strength that made her remember those nights of electric passion they once shared.

Just looking at him, she could see the transformation brought on by his recovery; he looked perfect, just as he had been when she first laid eyes on him years ago in the elders council, perhaps even more so.

When he turned to speak with the waiter, a male this time, her gaze unconsciously drifted down to those broadened shoulders again, recalling how they had held her legs steady in nights filled with earthshaking desires and uncontained fervor.

Alert! Bad territory! Athena shook her head, determined to shake off these thoughts, knowing one step into reminiscence and she’d be lost.

Yet… why was she feeling this way all of a sudden? What had come over her? She wondered in a panic as he laughed at something the waiter had said, his laughter sending shivers down her spine.

Was she in her ovulation period? Was it simply because she hadn’t been with a man for so long?

Thank goodness for the date with Antonio, then. Perhaps he would be able to quench these ridiculous feelings swirling around in her head.

“What do you think of this space? Is it to your liking?” Ewan asked, his voice rich and warm.

He should stop talking like that, stop looking at her with those vibrant blue eyes while speaking in that mesmerizing tone!

She swallowed hard and leaned further into her seat, even though there wasn’t any extra space. “Yes. The lighting is perfect,” She managed to say.

The previous space would have been far more appealing, but the ambiance there reminded her of the reckless adventures she had taken to make him fall for her.

One particularly wild night, fueled by passion, she had danced on a pole like a stripper in those kind of dimly colored lights, desperate to surprise him when he returned from work. The desired effect had worked, igniting a passion in both of them like never before.

Yet he’d cast a cold shadow over the intimacy with his words: “Give me a son, Athena.”

To him, it had been a mere biological imperative, as if she were simply a legal whore meant to bear his child.

Revisiting that memory poured cold water on her otherwise heated thoughts, granting her the steadiness to respond when Ewan called her name twice.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We can postpone the meeting…”

Athena waved his words and concern away. “I’m fine, Ewan. Let’s get straight to the meeting.”

She turned and gracefully accepted the chocolate ice cream the waiter handed to her, and then returned her attention to Ewan.

Noticing him staring at her keenly, she decided to return the favor.

She took a slow, pleasurable bite of the ice cream, savoring it as she remembered seeing him do earlier, paying more attention to her lips as she brushed them with the remnants of chocolate.

A Cheshire cat grin threatened to break free when Ewan’s eyes darkened in response to her movements. “You seem to be enjoying the ice cream…” He remarked, his voice now tinged with a breathless timbre.

Athena nodded meekly, taking another scoop and repeating the same deliberate motions.

This time, Ewan let out a barely restrained groan as her tongue darted out, licking the remnants of ice cream from her lips.

That tongue had certainly wiped out his sanity countless times during their marriage, while doing inhumane things to his body, igniting desires he struggled to suppress now.

His body grew hot and tensed as he found it increasingly difficult to disentangle himself from those enticing thoughts, especially with his little man responding to her every flick of the tongue.

How could he have been so blind those years ago? He thought. A couple who shared such vibrant sexual chemistry could never be simply platonic; it had been foolish to think otherwise.

He cursed softly under his breath as she repeated her ice cream seduction, his little man fully attentive now while his ability to breathe wavered.

“Are you okay, Ewan?”

She had to be doing this on purpose, he thought, noting the amusement dancing in her eyes, her voice sweeter than usual.

Was it fun for her to toy with him like this? A smile crept onto his lips; he was pleased that she at least found him worthy of her time and amusement.

“Yes, I’m fine,” He managed to reply, trying to suppress the thoughts intensifying the challenge presented by his little man.

“That’s great…” Athena muttered, taking another delectable scoop of ice cream. “This ice cream is so delicious. I didn’t know it would be this good in here…”

Ewan nodded, thoroughly strained as he let his eyes trace the outline of her face, taking in her delicate features and fair complexion.

Her skin was flawless, radiating a luminous glow that almost seemed ethereal under the café’s soft lighting. Her midnight-black hair framed her face beautifully, contrasting against her warm brown eyes that reflected depth and intelligence.

Even though she wore a simple work shirt, nothing could hinder the beauty that emanated from her in waves, making him yearn desperately to draw closer. He felt an irresistible urge to drop a kiss on the bare skin where the last unbuttoned hole on her shirt left his gaze wanting. And maybe, just maybe, continue down the enticing path…

“Ewan…”

“Yes, I’m fine; you can have all the ice cream you want. You deserve it.”

Athena smiled innocently, expertly batting her eyelashes like the waitress had earlier, reveling in the desired effect it had on him.

Two could play this game, she thought, feeling satisfied watching the strain on his face, while knowing there would be a strain under too.

However, the thought of the latter sent a hot flush to her cheeks.

Forbidden territory. She chanted internally, tapping her phone screen. Time was zipping by, and she needed to conclude this meeting quickly to prepare for her date with Antonio.

“Thank you, Ewan. So, about the reports… tell me about them…”

Ewan was all too pleased with the shift in atmosphere, relieved he could divert his thoughts from the ice cream pleasures that rendered him weak.

“Sure, my lady…” He murmured, his eagerness evident as he picked up his phone.