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.

Oriana was nothing more than Keaton’s ex–water under

hook, Elysia wasn’t one to argue, especially considering the

there was something she needed from him. Her potential divorce from Tarquin

on his assistance.

Keaton’s apology hanging in the air, Elysia offered her olive

me, so I’ll just call you Elysia, alright? You are, without a doubt,

instantly, “Don’t go falling for me now.”

well the number of girls who would kill for his attention, but Elysia

breathing down my neck, I wouldn’t dare

the police. They’ve already taken statement. I hope you

might shield Oriana, allowing her to evade

won’t cover for her,”

my

pondered how to broach the subject of Tarquin, while Keaton wondered how to tell her about

Keaton, ever the gentleman, insisted, “You first, ladies first.”

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