Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Night Cap II

Athena hesitated to speak, giving her mind and heart the space, the chance, to resist talking about these matters with Ewan; not minding her earlier thought that he deserved some of her truths because he had shared his.

But there was no resistance sponsored by her mind or heart. The organs were calm and collected. She was fully awake, no sleepy hormones affecting her moods or thoughts; her thoughts were clear.

Her gut offered no resistance either.

This little discovery came with a startling realization that, like her children, she had begun to trust Ewan—had begun to let down her guards again.

Athena drew in a soft, slow breath, her hand clutching her gown tightly again. Should she really let go?

She tweaked her head at an angle that would let her turn and look at Ewan. Her lips parted when she beheld his intense gaze, his beautiful gaze that caused her heart to somersault over and over again.

"Athena..."

She bit her lower lip unconsciously, noting the darkening quality of his eyes, the husky quality of his voice when his eyes perched on her lips and wouldn’t let go.

Her breath grew heavy when he met her gaze again; it was clear as crystal: he wanted her.

Move! Her mind screamed, but Athena noted the sudden weakness of her limbs, of her will, even as Ewan lowered his head slowly.

She wanted it. She realized she wanted him to kiss her.

However, just before their lips met in a blissful experience, Athena’s phone rang out, disrupting the sweet atmosphere.

She cleared her throat and backed away from an annoyed Ewan, who cursed the phone intermittently in his mind.

"Who is calling?" He asked, hands folded across his chest, watching Athena move to the other end of the bed where her phone was.

Athena swallowed, seeing the caller. "Antonio."

Of course, it would be that egocentric fool. Ewan cursed, pouting his lips to the amusement of Athena.

"Get down the angry horse, big man. I’m not answering the call."

The instantaneous change on Ewan’s scrunched face was phenomenal.

Athena laughed this time, shaking her head, but she didn’t move back to her previous position in Ewan’s arms.

Better not to tempt the devil. She had a boyfriend now, and she was never one to cheat.

"What?" Ewan mused, fixing his gaze on her again.

Athena opened her mouth to answer but then noticed, blushing as she did, that Ewan’s eyes kept shifting from her face to her lips, and then to her body. She clamped her mouth shut and hurried out of bed.

"Where are you..." Ewan completed the question in his mind, seeing as she reached for a robe and covered herself properly.

"Better?" Athena teased, flinging her arms wide.

Ewan pouted in response. "I wasn’t complaining in the first place."

Athena laughed again, still surprised at her lighthearted mood. "You men are the same."

She sat on the bed, her back resting against the wall, contemplating how to begin the story again. But before she could get to that, Ewan asked her why she hadn’t picked up Antonio’s call, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"He is your boyfriend..."

Athena smiled, noting the uncomfortable way the word ’boyfriend’ left his beautiful lips. "Well, he messed up last night... I can’t answer his calls now. Maybe I will see him..." she replied.

Ewan frowned. "You don’t have to see him. A text or call will suffice."

Athena shook her head, chuckling. "You are impossible..." A pause "So, you asked about my nightmares..."

Ewan nodded, forgoing his earlier irritation, actually pleased with the swift change of topic. The latter topic was more important.

"Well, I’m not sure of the source of the first nightmare, but it started after I woke up from a coma more than fifteen years ago. I’m sure you’ve done your research via Spider."

Ewan nodded again. "Yet, he didn’t get the truth on what caused the coma in the first place, what triggered it—only that you had gone missing for some days..."

"Well, no one knows the truth, not even me," Athena cut in, her eyes distant, not bothering to remember, knowing the consequences that were sure to follow.

Ewan bent his head low in thought, contemplating this matter.

"That’s to say you lost your memories. Can’t you do something to remedy the issue? Like what you did for me?" He asked, lifting his head.

"I was being too simple when I mentioned Scarlett was raped by Morgan."

Ewan inhaled sharply as dread sank into his stomach immediately. Whatever Athena was going to say next, he wasn’t going to like it.

He was right.

For as Athena started to speak about Scarlett, about the false mission, and then about the capture; about the torture that came with it, he couldn’t bear to sit still.

He got out of the bed and started pacing from one end of the room to the other, remotely pleased that he had let her get a slice of Morgan yesterday.

He only paused when her clear voice cracked.

He wasn’t surprised; she had been holding on quite well actually.

Quickly, he covered the distance between them, took the space next to her on the bed, and hugged her to himself, rocking her smoothly, gently, as she cried—his heart breaking into bits.

Morgan. Oh, he would kill the evil demon slowly until the latter pleaded for death.

"It’s okay, darling. It’s over. We have Morgan in our custody," He muttered, using his hands to wipe away her tears as her sobs quietened down.

"We finally have him. His reign of terror is over; you have gotten revenge for Scarlett. She would be proud of you, as Susan is. She would also be proud of you for taking care of her daughter."

He dropped a kiss on her hair and wiped the last of her tears.

"Everything is fine now. You don’t have to sleep in fear anymore, or give Morgan power over your dreams. You caught him, Athena. You caught him. He is now yours to torture, to deal with. Fiona too."

As he spoke, he dropped another kiss on her hair, then her forehead, and then on her nose, pleased when her breath caught. She was thinking of something else now—something other than the memory. She was thinking of him.

Placing his index finger under her chin, he lifted her face, staring into her beautiful brown eyes.

"Nothing harms you again, sweetheart. I’ll make sure of that." He dropped a kiss on her nose again.

An astounded, speechless Athena battled with her needs. Finally, the saner part won, seeing the inquiry for permission in Ewan’s eyes.

"I... have... a boyfriend."