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

Chapter 316: Finding Morgan VI

Ewan wasn’t a pervert. As a matter of fact, he usually prided himself on his strong sexual control and resilience.

Seeing Athena standing before him, however, in just a yellow sundress—while aware that she wasn’t wearing

any form of underwear—drove blood into his little man and flooded his mind with an insane amount of

information—both past and future fantasies.

He found himself tracing the mound outline of her uncapped breasts made by the fabric, and his eyes searched

for any transparency in the gown so he could feast on her treasures; treasures he had missed more than

anything.

He enjoyed watching her blush too. She had been the one to initiate the game, yet she was the one trying not to

squirm. Did she forget that he was the tease between them both?

"You're not going to continue the game?" He finally broke the tension that hung heavy with unmet sexual

expectations, although he still kept his eyes lingering on the outlines of her breasts.

"I have no pleasure in playing any games, Ewan. Eyes up, perv..." Athena retorted, folding her arms across her

chest, aiming to cover the center of attraction. But her act only served to push the twin orbs up, revealing her

cleavage to Ewan'’s greedy, stubborn eyes.

His tongue was parched, and he wished to quench his thirst by...

"Ewan!" Athena's harsh call dragged him from his messy thoughts.

"Go sit over there. Letrub ointment on your wounds so you can take the much-needed rest. Is that food?"

Athena continued steadily, pointing at the trolley, pushing her shand unnecessary thoughts away.

She refused to be this vulnerable and exposed to Ewan again. He could see her breast outline... so what? He

couldn't touch it; only Antowould.

Even though the thought of Antotouching her didn’t sit well with her, she swallowed the discomfort and

walked up to the trolley; Iseeing as Ewan wasn’t forthcoming with answers, choosing instead to disorganize her

with that devilish stare of his.

A furrow lined her forehead when she saw it was just cake and fruits.

"Hank mentioned that the food will cup later. | think this can serve, right?"

Athena nodded and closed the platter. "It can hold the fort. Now, take a seat. | need to apply sbalm on my

hands too; there are little wounds to take care of."

But when Athena turned to meet Ewan, her eyes grew wide in an instant, her jaw dropping as she saw him

loosening the knot around his waist.

Clamping down on the shout of disbelief threatening to escape her lips and refusing to let him see that his stupid

acts were affecting her, she turned to the door and released a tired sigh.

"Ewan, why didn’t you put on at least a pair of trousers while | was in the bathroom?"

"I was talking with Hank and Dillion. Pardon me; | will be done in a few seconds." However, there was no trace of

apology in his voice; if anything, he still sounded mischievous.

Athena sighed, opened the platter, and took a piece of cake, letting out a moan when the flavors sank into her

tongue. The hotel wasn’t the best, but the cake was heavenly.

Hopefully their food would be the same. She thought, taking another piece of cake, pretending to be unmoved

when she felt Ewan’s presence behind her.

"If you are done, go sit on the bed, Ewan. Don’t stressout. | don’t have tfor your games." Even though

her voice had taken on a cold, aloof tone, Ewan wasn’t threatened nor saddened. He knew it was a coping

mechanism.

He complied still, but not without taking a piece of cake and an apple from the plate.

"Sorry, just a little more..." Athena was saying a couple of minutes later as she applied ointment on the burns on

Ewan’s back.

Since there was nothing for him to bite down on when the pain got intense, Ewan found himself gritting his teeth

and grunting at intervals. Taking aspirin hadn't reduced the pain assailing his nerves; it only cooled down the

headaches.

"lI am almost done," Athena whispered, applying the last bit on his lower back slowly, in circular motions, her

heart gripping with sorrow and pity at each grunt. Gratitude too.

"You can lay down now, but you have to do so on your stomach. Do you think you can pull it off?"

Ewan chuckled. Didn't this woman know what being Wolfsbane entailed? Did she think he was an ordinary

patient?

But then he remembered how he had been under Fiona’s thumb for more than six years and bechumble

once more. Swallowing his pride, he nodded, stood up, went to the second bed, and lay on his belly, wincing at

intervals as certain movements caused pain.

Hopefully, the fruits and cake he had consumed would be enough to hold his hunger at bay until the food

arrived.

Seeing Ewan’s meek obedience without any teasing remarks, Athena allowed herself to relax and apply ointment

to the back of her arms and her legs too.

"Do you need help?"

She cursed mentally; she had relaxed too early.

"No, | am okay. Ewan, find ssleep. Despite what the agents said, it may take stbefore the food

arrives."

Ewan obeyed; however, he couldn't sleep—he only kept his eyes shut to prevent Athena from talking.

He didn’t even open them when Athena’s phone rang, yet his ears were keen enough to pick up the conversation

going on between her and the caller, whom he discovered to be Aiden by her first sentence.

"Aiden, Hank mentioned that you called..."

A pause.

"Right, we are okay. Ewan is even sleeping now."

Another pause.

"Yes, we will be going hafter a nap. | think we can say that Morgan has outsmarted us again. However, who

do you think tipped him off concerning our coming? Do you think we have more spies in the Nimbus?"

Another pause—a lengthy one this time.

"You are right. The agents couldn't have known. Should we scrap it as coincidence? | don’t think so. | hope the

truth comes to the surface soon."

A pause.

"How's the work with the mole going?"

A pause, where Ewan wished that Athena had put the call on loudspeaker. Maybe he should tell her that he was

awake so that she would do it... but he thought better of it the next second, too tired to make her uncomfortable

again.

"Alright then, Aiden; see you later."

Another phone call cin a few minutes later.

"Hello, Mr. President..."

Ewan’s ears perked up. Why would the president be calling? He wasn’t aware of their mission to get Morgan

today!

"I'm sorry, Mr. President. We thought to get him first before relating the matter to you..."

So he knew then? How? Who was feeding these people information? First Morgan, and now the president? It

couldn’t be Aiden, because Aiden’s loyalty was to Athena first.

Ewan’s hands inched toward his phone so that he could type a quick message to Spider, but he knew he couldn't

do that without alerting Athena. Not wanting to stress her more than she already was, he kept his hands to

himself; he could always text Spider later.

He was aware when she ended the call, when she sighed part frustration and part tiredness at hovering

questions, and when she finally laid down on the bed.

He was also aware when she started staring at him—her intense gaze seemed to peruse the entirety of his face.

His nose chose to itch then; and tweaking it to remain calm was all the movement required for Athena to know

that he was still awake.

"You're still awake... finding it hard to sleep too..."

Ewan opened his eyes, stilling his irregular beating heart to remain calm in the face of Athena's intense gaze.

"Yeah," He muttered. "We should count the ceilings, maybe..."

Athena laughed before she could help it. "Maybe. Let's just try and sleep." And then she turned to the other side

of the bed.

Ewan sighed and shut his eyes again. A few more minutes, and he was off to dreamland.

Athena woke first.

She checked her phone, sighing when she saw she had been asleep for only an hour. Sighing again, she got out

of bed, pleased that the ointment had worked smagic at least on the pain and the appearance of the burns.

Darting a glance at Ewan, she saw that he was still asleep. She would have been surprised if he hadn't been. He

needed the rest more than she did.

Her stomach grumbled then, alerting her to her hungry state. Muttering, she walked toward the door, hoping the

servers had kept the food outside, seeing as the door had been locked.

However, the passageway was empty. She retraced her steps into the room, heading toward the telephone on

the dresser, needing to call the reception desk. Upon reaching it though, she discovered that the communication

tool wasn't working.

Damn! She thought, realizing she would have to go downstairs herself. Muttering her frustrations, she stepped

into the hallway and shut the door behind her.

However, as she got close to the stairs, she heard a voice—a very familiar voice.

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