Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 167

The hospital room was now a solitary sanctuary for Elysia, the hum of the fluorescent lights above a steady companion.

Blossom went to pick up the boys, a routine as familiar as the back of her hand.

The police had come and gone, their questions and Elysia’s answers now just echo in the sterile space.

When Keaton walked in, Elysia couldn’t help but furrow her brow in instinctive disapproval.

Keaton, caught in an awkward moment, tried to break the ice with a sheepish grin. “Hey there.”

Elysia eyed him warily, letting silence speak volumes.

Clearing his throat to pierce the silence, Keaton set down an expensive–looking gift beside her bed and took a seat, resembling a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Look, about today… I apologize. I had no idea Oriana could be such a drama queen! I messed up, and I’m

sorry.”

Elysia’s expression softened slightly at his seemingly sincere contrition. After all, it wasn’t his face that needed slapping–it was Oriana’s, and she wasn’t even here.

than

the hook, Elysia wasn’t one

him. Her potential divorce from Tarquin might

on his assistance.

in the air, Elysia offered her olive branch,

seized the truce eagerly, “You’re younger than me, so I’ll just call you Elysia, alright? You are, without a doubt, the most understanding and

shot back instantly, “Don’t go falling

her mix of suspicion and distaste. He knew all too well the number of girls who would kill for his

breathing down my neck, I wouldn’t dare make a move on you.”

They’ve already taken statement. I hope you won’t cover for

Oriana, allowing her to

won’t cover for her,” Keaton pledged

my

subject of Tarquin,

stopped, and Keaton, ever the gentleman, insisted, “You first, ladies

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