Chapter 309: Warring Emotions II
Ewan tried to understand what was going on, but the more he dwelled on the questions, the more he attempted to recall any time during the journey when Athena had felt so desperate for companionship that she had accepted Antonio as her boyfriend, the more his head throbbed with pain.
His body ached, yet it couldn’t compare to the pain gripping his heart. Why will she choose him?
Logically, he understood her choice; Antonio was the safe option. However...
He cursed for the umpteenth time since he had left them standing by the Thorne’s gates.
For the more he imagined them together—kissing or doing something else—the tighter the grip on his heart tightened, and he ends up cursing again and again.
Not sure what he was doing, Ewan drove to a bar and parked the car but didn’t leave it. Looking at the bar longingly, thirsty for bottles of wine or beer to keep the sorrow at bay, he contemplated his actions haphazardly.
No matter his wants and needs, he needed to remember that he had children now—children who would look up to him as a role model. Would he want to teach them to drown their sorrows with wine when challenging situations arose?
He shook his head, albeit reluctantly and painfully. He needed a drink. It didn’t even matter that there was no way for the children to find out if he got drunk tonight; his dutifulness to them wouldn’t allow him to step into the bar.
He cursed and hit the steering wheel repeatedly to release some pent-up frustration. That only ended up attracting the wrong crowd.
Ewan was oblivious to this until there was a knock on his window. It was then he became aware of his surroundings; as he hit the steering wheel, the sound of the horn blowing intermittently had invited a group of rough-looking fellows.
Worse, he was driving an expensive car—not the ordinary ones he usually took to places like this.
However, he didn’t waste time thinking about this matter; instead, he kept looking at the man who was smoking—flanked by five others with their hands intentionally placed in the front pockets of their leather jackets. Guns?—while he shifted the gear into drive.