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

Ewan shook his head, warmth flooding through him at the thought that she could feel his presence just as intensely as he felt hers. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Athena didn’t bother to ask for an explanation; the knowledge that she had allowed him to admire her for more than a minute already sent tingles through her. Instead, she glided to the passenger side and pointed at the door.

Unwasting any time, Ewan closed the distance, opened the car door, and carefully placed the ice cream in the backseat. He then got in, his posture still rigid as he navigated the labyrinth of thoughts swirling in his mind. “I got enough for you and the kids. Please send them my regards.”

“I will, Ewan. Thank you.” A smile blossomed on her face, appreciating his thoughtfulness. Gianna had been right.

“Am I dropping you at Mr. Thorne’s?” He ventured cautiously.

Athena shook her head. “Drop me at my place.”

“You’ve moved back?”

“No,” She replied, a hint of mischief reflecting in her eyes. “I have to prepare for a date.”

Ewan swallowed painfully, gripping the steering wheel so tight it shone white in the dim light of the interior.

A date?

She was going out with someone—after spending time with him? This woman was going to be the death of him.

“Who is the lucky man?” He managed to ask, teeth gritted as anger bubbled beneath the surface, aware of her gaze on him.

“Antonio,” Athena replied, amusement sparkling in her eyes as she watched his reaction.

That bit of jealousy she sensed emanating from him gave her a forbidden thrill. She leaned back deeper in her seat, her eyelids fluttering shut, trusting he would get her home safely.

“Athena, we’re here,” Ewan muttered, still rigid in his seat.

Athena opened her eyes slowly, pretending she had been asleep. The thought of being that close to him, with his piercing eyes on her, had been overwhelming. The man was undeniably a force!

“So soon? Thank you for the night, Ewan,” She said softly.

He nodded fitfully, fighting against the invisible urge to ask her to stay or drive her to his place instead—a temptation that felt incredibly hard to shake.

“I will see you tomorrow then…”

Ewan nodded again, and as Athena stepped out of the car, she leaned back through the open window, curiosity etched across her features. “Why aren’t you talking?”

“Because you won’t like what I have to say next. I hope you have a nice date, Athena. Good night.”

Before she could respond, he sped off, desperate to put as much distance between them as possible.

Athena burst into laughter, delighted at his flustered retreat.

Maybe, just maybe, she and Ewan would manage to be good friends after all.