Chapter 125: Christmas Play III
The play, which depicted the birth of Jesus—the very essence of Christmas—was nothing short of amazing.
Through every scene, Athena kept smiling from ear to ear, her heart full of love and pride for her children and for the other children too, who managed to make this age-old drama a wonder to behold, taking to the stage without a single flaw. The teachers had truly done their work well!
Athena watched her daughter cradle a baby Jesus, and couldn’t help the laughter that broke from her lips at the motherly grace her little girl seemed to embody perfectly. Beside her, Gianna laughed even more freely, capturing the moments with her camera as snapshots of joy.
If Athena had risked a glance at Ewan, she would have seen the joy in his eyes, the smile on his lips stretching despite the turmoil churning within him.
Right now, he had never felt so proud of anything as he did at this moment for his children; his accomplishments with the company didn’t even come close.
Was this how much happiness he had missed over the last five years? Pain shot through his heart. How could Athena let him miss out on this? How could she decide to enjoy this all alone? Didn’t she think he might want to be a part of it?
Yet as he wrestled with these thoughts, another part of him chastised him for the role he had played in keeping himself distant from their lives.
He finally risked a glance at Athena again; she was clapping wildly, for the drama had come to an end.
The happiness on her face, the twinkling in her eyes, made him uncomfortable. He quickly turned away, trying to fend off the allure of her beauty that drove him crazy, especially the sound of her laughter.