Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 173

When others got compliments, they beamed with pride. But when Tarquin was praised, it was as if he’d been catcalled.

A scowl was plastered across his face!

Even the janitor was too intimidated to clean around him, clutching her mop and scurrying away to tidier pastures.

The onlookers who’d been ogling him also quickly averted their gaze and pretended to be engrossed in something else.

Tarquin stormed into the supermarket, his expression as dark as a thundercloud.

It had been ages since he’d set foot in a supermarket and the bustling chaos inside made him furrow his brow in disdain.

He cherished his peace and quiet and loathed the noisy crowds.

But for the sake of following Elysia, he endured,

grabbed a shopping cart, determined to buy whatever she

bananas and… what was that

the pungent aroma but, not wanting to draw attention, he reluctantly hoisted

was the vegetable aisle. Elysia went for cabbage, Tarquin did the same. She chose broccoli; he added it

the spices and condiments, and

before Elysia sensed something was off, feeling eyes constantly on her. Yet every

Plus, his behavior was nothing short of bizarre. He shadowed the

her, why didn’t he speak to her? And if he didn’t, why on earth was

peak when he even followed her to the personal care section, grabbing a pack of sanitary pads…

products couldn’t help but whisper to Elysia, “Miss, that gentleman must be your husband,

“Huh?”

go today, and they’ll pounce right away. And sure, you’re gorgeous too, but a handsome guy like that is rare. Most men out there are as appealing as a bag of lemons. I’ve been around for a good thirty years, and he’s one of a kind, I tell you.

utterly confused. Husband? What

swiftly but saw