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 inside,

teased, “So, been playing the secret

“What did

to hit

turned icy

door open as if he was about to storm out and set things straight with

on, man, can’t you take a joke? Sit down. She didn’t say that. But she did say you can call her about anything to do with Elijah. No more following

and close the car door, Keaton couldn’t help but rib him, “Starting to

“Shut

at Sunshine Community, Keaton and Tarquin made their way upstairs.

still perched by the window,

stood

head out,” Tarquin

Bradford, Mr. Huber

Keaton approached Elijah cheerily, “Hey there, little

as glance his way, treating him like he

ruffle Elijah’s hair, but the boy sharply dodged and shot him a glare

aback but also heartbroken.

your favorite pastries here. Why don’t you

did Elijah get up, went to wash his hands

the moming’s pastries and egg crepes, there were four side dishes, and a

was a modest spread, each dish

couldn’t help but comment, “Looks good,