Chapter 227: Getting Answers III
Wasn’t it a curse that no one knew him here? Ewan thought, giving Sandro a backward glance.
The latter shrugged his shoulders; he wasn’t coming to help, and he was going to enjoy seeing Ewan plead—something that wasn’t peculiar to the billionaire, except where Athena and the kids were involved.
Ewan scoffed lightly and reverted his attention to the woman.
What should he do? He didn’t dare grab her arm, even though a light touch, because he was sure the woman would bring down the heavy weight of that spoon on his head. He had just recovered from some brain illness; he wasn’t about to go down for a second round!
"Hello... excuse me..." Ewan finally tried again, this time stepping closer to the woman, his voice a mix of pleading and caution.
But the stout woman chose then to pick up her utensils and retreat back to the inn. Ewan took his lower lip in, watching the woman move heavily towards the entrance of the inn. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips.
"Are you just going to watch her leave? Dude, your social skills are really lacking... now watch me..."
Ewan had been so involved in his thoughts that he hadn’t been aware when Sandro came up to his rear, but he was curious to see the different play his friend would put into motion.
Folding his arms across his chest, he raised an eyebrow, when Sandro flung his arms over the woman’s shoulder, for she had paused by the door to—Ewan didn’t even know why she had paused. She had just suddenly paused at the doorpost.
Sandro’s plan, however, was short-lived.
Ewan’s mouth fell open the next second as he watched the woman elbow Sandro in his ribs. Next, she swiveled, with a speed he didn’t think she would have, and struck the heavy spoon on Sandro’s head.