Chapter 113: Dismissive
Ewan couldn’t quite pinpoint how he was feeling—angry, sad?
His emotions swirled within him like a tempest as he locked eyes with Athena, who looked at him dismissively before turning her attention to Alfonso—Alfonso, whom he had met in the office on his arrival an hour ago.
If Athena was dismissive toward him, she regarded Alfonso as if he were nothing more than a speck stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Ewan grappled with which scenario was worse—her disregard for him or her contempt for Alfonso.
The turmoil within him grew restless, even more so than he had felt this week regarding Fiona’s late-night outings.
Although the guard he had assigned to Fiona kept insisting that she was meeting a female friend, Ewan had found himself doubting ever since he picked up the faint scent of a man lingering on her. Ever since last night.
Last night, he had waited in her room, needing confirmation about what was really going on. When Fiona finally arrived, her eyes were wide with clarity, and the unmistakable smell of a man hit him like a jolt. At that moment, he knew either the guard had been lying or Fiona was sneaky like his friends had claimed.
But, instead of confronting her, he had walked away without even wishing her goodnight, leaving her alone to ruminate over endless possibilities. In his heart, he resolved to assign another guard to her—one he could trust.
"What are you two doing here?" Athena’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts, snapping him back to the present.
"We are not here together," he replied quickly, glancing at Alfonso, who had a confused look on his face. They had exchanged pleasantries and spoken about Fiona at one point, but there was little else binding them together at this moment.