Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 179

In the evening Elysia had whipped up an array of scrumptious dishes.

She even packed a separate portion just for Elijah and texted Keaton to swing by the entrance of the complex to pick it up

Keaton was genuinely touched. “I can’t thank you enough, Elysin. You’re a saint.”

Elysia wasn’t too keen on Keaton calling her by her first name as if they were old churns.

But she didn’t correct him, keen to keep the chit–chat to a minimum.

Keaton extended a sleek, designer tote bag adorned with the iconic Hermès logo–unmistakably high–end.

“This is just a little something from me to you, a token of appreciation for all the great food you’ve been making for Elijah.”

Elysia didn’t take it. Instead, she said, “No need for that Just make sure Tarquin shows up for our meeting tomorrow, and we’re even,

“You can count on that. Hell be there on time. We’ve got it all arranged,” Keaton assured her.

Elysia felt a wave of relief and said, “Just take your gift back. I don’t need it. Oh, and do me another favor, would you? Tell Elijah’s dad to give me a call if it’s about the boy from now on. No more following me!”

Keaton raised an eyebrow and asked, “He’s been following you?”

Elysia didn’t elaborate. “Just get that food to Elijah before it gets cold, will ya? Bye! With that, Elysia wrapped her coat tighter and disappeared into the complex.

Keaton, carrying the food, climbed into his limited edition Maybach parked curbside.

already

teased, “So, been playing the

brow furrowed. “What did she say?”

trying to hit on

expression turned icy

door open as if he was about to storm out

Sit down. She didn’t say that. But she

car door, Keaton couldn’t help but

“Shut

Sunshine Community, Keaton and Tarquin made their

the window, with Heath keeping him company.

Heath stood up promptly

can head

Bradford, Mr. Huber

Keaton approached Elijah cheerily, “Hey there, little Elijah, I’m here to

so much as glance his way, treating him

but the boy sharply

was taken aback but

called out, “Got your favorite pastries here. Why don’t you come and have

to wash his hands in the bathroom, and sat down at the

crepes, there were four side dishes, and a bowl of soup.

each

couldn’t help but comment, “Looks good, but where’s yours?”