Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 316

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. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

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. Let me rub ointment on your wounds so you can take the much-needed rest. Is that food?" Athena continued steadily, pointing at the trolley, pushing her shame and 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 Antonio would.

Even though the thought of Antonio touching her didn’t sit well with her, she swallowed the discomfort and walked up to the trolley; lseeing 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 come up later. I think this can serve, right?"

Athena nodded and closed the platter. "It can hold the fort. Now, take a seat. I need to apply some balm 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 I was in the bathroom?"

"I was talking with Hank and Dillion. Pardon me; I 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 stress me out. I don’t have time for 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.

"I 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 became humble 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, I am okay. Ewan, find some sleep. Despite what the agents said, it may take some time before the food arrives."

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

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