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.

more than Keaton’s ex–water

he was off the hook, Elysia wasn’t

needed from him. Her potential divorce from Tarquin might very well

on his assistance.

her olive branch, “This mess isn’t

you Elysia, alright? You are, without a doubt, the most understanding and

go falling for me

suspicion and distaste. He knew all too well the number of girls who would kill for his attention, but Elysia was out of his league–firstly, his

I admire you, that’s all,” Keaton backpedaled, “With my sister breathing

to the police. They’ve already taken statement. I hope you won’t cover

was afraid Keaton might shield Oriana, allowing her to

won’t cover

my

the room as Elysia pondered how to broach the subject of Tarquin, while Keaton wondered how to tell her about Elijah’s sudden craving for pastry.

and Keaton, ever the gentleman, insisted,

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