Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 9

As Tarquin’s gaze lingered on Elysia, there was a flicker of unplaceable light in his eyes.

It wasn’t that she was excessively beautiful, but something about this woman stirred a sense of familiarity within him–a nagging feeling that he had seen her somewhere before. Yet, after scrutinizing her features, no recollection surfaced.

Maintaining a stoic expression, Tarquin strode over to the conference table and took his seat. He noticed Elysia staring him down with an intensity that bordered on hostility, and he furrowed his brow in response.

Her kid had wrecked his car, and here she was, not begging for forgiveness, but daring to look at him with such defiance.

The woman had guts just like her son, he’d give her that.

“Why did you let your kid trash my car?” Tarquin accused the moment he spoke, pinning the blame squarely on Elysia.

sia, fists clenched and shaking with emotion, frowned upon hearing his words. It seemed that he didn’t recognize her.

Was it that he hadn’t seen her clearly that night, or was he feigning ignorance?

Uncertain whether this man was the brute from before, Elysia held back from any action.

rash

in check, she probed cautiously, “You… you don’t

am?”

“Nope.”

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“Not at all?”

“Should I?”

at a loss for words.

was going

claimed not to know her, and he didn’t seem to be

a moment longer, suppressing the urge to lash out. After all, in a world of people with a nose and a pair of eyes, similar faces were not uncommon.

focused on the immediate issue at hand, “If you don’t know me, why did you drag

boss already told you–because your kid

believe it. “Is there some mistake? We’ve just arrived in Jindale City from out of town today. How could my son

show her the surveillance footage,” Tarquin

events that had unfolded at the train station began to play on the large

him instantly. She couldn’t explain how the tires had been destroyed, but the scratches on the car were indeed the