บททั้งหมดของ Entangled in the TWINS' WEB. : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Eva sat in her office, playing a pen between her fingers as morning sunlight poured in through big windows, though all at once it seemed to choke her, while immaculate white walls and a desk perfectly aligned got on her nerves. Her mind was again set, wondering how Shawn had left that morning.He had been distant. There was no kiss on her cheek, no teasing remark, not even a casual farewell. She remembered stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, and walking into the bedroom to find him already dressed, his tie half-done and his phone pressed to his ear.“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” he had said into the phone, barely glancing in her direction."Leaving already?" she had asked, forcing a lightness into her voice."Busy day."And with that, he'd grabbed his briefcase and was out the door, leaving her standing there, a bead of water trailing down her temple.Eva let out a loud, quivering breath and shook her head. “He's busy, that's all,” Eva told herself for th

“Shawn, you’re awfully quiet,” his mother’s voice broke through the silence as she set a plate of fresh cookies on the table.“I’m fine, Mom,” Shawn replied, forcing a small smile. He leaned back in the chair, trying to shake off the heaviness that had been clinging to him all morning.No, you're not." She sat opposite him, her keen eyes narrowing down as she scanned his face. "What's wrong? You look like you have not slept properly in days."Shawn sighed, rubbing his temple. "It is work, Mom. Deadlines and responsibilities, all that."His mother didn't believe a word of it. "Work? Or something else?”Before Shawn could say his mind, Henry went in and then looked at them. "What is going on here?”“Your son is sulking," his mother said, folding her arms. "And he won't tell me why."Shawn chuckled nervously, getting up to stretch. "It's nothing serious. Just having a bad week."Henry frowned, but in an instant his features changed and he looked elsewhere in thought. "Well, bad weeks hap

Shawn, listen to me," Ava hurriedly said, shaking, "You have to believe me. It wasn't me who went to Italy. It was Eva.”Shawn was rigid. He was clutching on to the back of a chair, furrows deeply scribed in his brow. "What are you trying to tell me, Ava? Are you seriously telling me this now?”"Yes!" exclaimed Ava as she stepped up to him. "True! Two years ago in Italy it was not I who met Norman. It was my twin sister, Eva! Was Eva out to impersonate me!"He had watched her as what she said finally seeped into his brain: "Your sister-your twin had impersonated you? For what?”Eva let out a shaking breath; her voice finally cracked in desperation. "It was last minute, and I was supposed to go off to some event in Italy for a client of mine, but then I fell sick. Eva offered to go in my place and represent me." She leaned into the counter, knuckles white. "I did not know a thing about her encounter with Norman until he confronted me! She never said anything to me.”Shawn firmed his j

The rest of the week was just work and quiet evenings at home, one into another. Eva found herself surprisingly eager for the family dinner; the opportunity would prove to herself as much as to Shawn that she fitted in with his world.********“Am I supposed to cool my heels here all night?" Shawn called from his perch at the bottom of the stairs, his pacing legs seeming to edge towards impatience."I'll be down in five minutes!" Eva yelled back from somewhere upstairs muffled, yet urgently.Shawn smiled while he quirked his wrist in time with his moves. "You said that fifteen minutes ago”"I mean it this time," she called back exasperated.Shawn shook his head, mumbling to himself. "Women and their obsession with fashionably being late." He ceased his pacing and leaned casually against the staircase railing, crossing his arms. "You know my dad is expecting us to be on time, and you know how he gets when we're late.""Shawn!" Eva's voice was louder now, playful annoyance laced in ever

Shawn sat fidgeting his leg idly in the waiting room, staring down between his feet at the white tile floor. Antiseptic-sterilized air filled his nostrils, but he barely noticed. There were just so many nurses hustling to and fro down the corridors; several of them went toward Ava's room, every time one passed he started up hopeful they'd stop to update him on her status. But none of them did. He ran a hand through his hair, fists clenched. “Oh God, please, let her be okay," he muttered hoarsely to himself. The silence following it was deafening apart from the hum of machinery that whirred at a distance somewhere in the hospital.“What if it's worse than I think? What if…no, no, no, I just can't even think that.” Shawn shook his head, futilely chasing away dark thoughts crawling inside his skull as he leaned further ahead, placing elbows on knees and launching off another muttered prayer in utter desperation.Running footsteps made him turn toward the door as his parents burst in wit