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,

cart, determined to buy whatever she

bananas and… what was that spiky monstrosity?

but, not wanting to draw attention, he

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

and condiments, and

eyes constantly on her. Yet every time she glanced back, there was no

extraordinary aura were impossible to ignore. Plus, his behavior was nothing short of bizarre. He shadowed the beautiful woman ahead, mimicking her every purchase

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

followed her to the personal care

the feminine hygiene products couldn’t help but whisper to Elysia, “Miss, that gentleman must be your husband, right?

“Huh?”

those girls have been eyeing him since he walked in? You let him go today, and they’ll pounce right away. And sure, you’re gorgeous too, but

utterly confused. Husband? What

looked around swiftly but saw no