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

Keaton thought he was off the hook, Elysia wasn’t one to argue,

Her potential divorce from Tarquin might very well hinge

on his assistance.

offered her olive branch, “This mess isn’t your fault, it’s Oriana’s.”

doubt, the most understanding and level–headed woman I’ve ever met. Not

“Don’t go falling for me now.”

He knew all too well the number of girls who would kill for his attention, but

admire you, that’s all,” Keaton backpedaled, “With my sister breathing down my neck, I wouldn’t dare make

to the police. They’ve already taken

Oriana, allowing her to evade justice.

word, I won’t cover for her,” Keaton pledged earnestly.

my

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

to speak, then stopped, and Keaton, ever

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