Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Tests

Ewan felt the insistent urge to slap his own mouth. He cursed himself mentally, furiously, as though he could beat the foolishness out of his head.

What was this new habit of his—bringing Antonio into every conversation with Athena, whether necessary or not—whenever he ran out of words?

It was shameful. Foolish. And with the way Athena was gazing at him now, her brows lifted in mild confusion, he felt twice as stupid.

"Sorry..." he sputtered at last, cheeks warming, "I’m still getting used to the dynamic."

Athena wasn’t sure what he was talking about. But since she wasn’t in the mood for theatrics or digging into unknowns and unsures, she let it slide.

As for informing Antonio, she would tell him later—at the end of the day. Yet a pause tugged at her lips as she bit them lightly. Informing him would mean confessing the other things she had been keeping from him.

Did it matter though? She gave the blogs a couple of hours at most, and this current situation would flood the socials for everyone to see.

"Is everything okay?" Ewan’s voice came softer now, almost a whisper, like he was afraid she might snap at him.

Athena shook her head faintly, then sighed. "Yes, everything is. Are you free now?"

Ewan nodded without hesitation. For Athena, he would clear his entire schedule without question.

"Okay then, I’m heading to the lab to drop this off. Do you want to join me? Maybe help fend off the overzealous neighbors."

A smile slithered across Ewan’s lips, slow and genuine. "Of course, Athena. Of course."

He rose to his feet, and before she could react, he picked up her bag and carried it himself. The small gesture drew an amused quirk from her mouth.

Gesturing toward the door, he bowed slightly. "After you, my lady."

Athena chuckled then, and the sound brought him relief. Relief and happiness in one breath.

—

Outside the hospital, Athena entered Ewan’s car after telling Rodney to take a short break before picking up the kids from school.

In the backseat, she sat beside Ewan while the driver remained silent at the wheel. The silence between them stretched long enough to grow uncomfortable. Unsure of what to make of it, she finally pulled out her phone.

"Athena!" Antonio’s voice boomed warmly through the receiver. "How are you doing, my love?"

Athena smiled thinly. "I’m fine. Just tired, I guess."

"Aww, sorry about that. Do you want to sneak out for lunch? I promise to make it worthwhile..."

"Not today, sorry. I’m already heading to my lab."

A pause lingered on the other end. "Your lab? Did something happen?"

Athena exhaled weakly, leaning her head against the seat. "Yes. I found out that two of my doctors had a personal secret lab in the storage unit of the hospital—the same ones I suspected of being behind the Grey Disease."

Another pause.

"Antonio, I think they’re making a worse version of the virus. And I’m afraid I’m already late."

Silence again. Then, softly—"Athena..."

"I’m here, love. I’m here," Antonio assured her quickly. "And you don’t need to worry. Everything will be fine. I’m sure you can handle it—you always do. Just breathe, okay? Have the wicked ones been apprehended yet?"

Athena shook her head, then remembering she was on call: "No. They’re off the radar."

An audible sigh crackled through the phone. "Have you told Aiden?"

"Yes. He’s working on it, but we don’t have answers yet."

"Okay. I’m sure he’ll come up with something. I’ll reach out to an old friend who works with computer software. Maybe he can help in one way or another."

"I’ll appreciate that, Antonio. Thank you very much."

"Anything for you, my love. Should I meet you at the lab? You can send me the coordinates later..."

And risk him meeting with Ewan? That would be like signing a promise-of-destruction form. She couldn’t afford for that to happen, not when she was dealing with this.

"Don’t worry, Antonio. I’ll handle it. You already have stressful days—I don’t want to add to it with chemicals and whatnot."

Antonio chuckled. "Okay then, if you say so. Is our date for Thursday still on? Should I cancel our reservation considering the situation?"

"No. It’s still on." She would need something normal after all this chaos, and a cinema date with popcorn and drinks sounded like the right kind of normal.

"All right then. See you tomorrow. Love you..."

The call ended—cut short, like he already knew she wasn’t ready to say the words back.

When she returned the phone to her lap, Athena noticed Ewan staring out the window. She wasn’t sure what had caught his attention, but his fists kept clenching and unclenching against his thighs.

Did you bake this? Well, of course you did. A woman with such beautiful hands...

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