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.

was already inside, smoking

he teased, “So, been playing the

furrowed. “What did

you’re trying to hit on

expression turned

next second, he abruptly pushed the car door open as if he was about to storm

She didn’t say that. But she did say you can call her about

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

“Shut

Keaton and

the window,

stood

can head out,”

Bradford, Mr. Huber

“Hey there, little Elijah, I’m here to

glance his way,

but the boy sharply dodged and shot

aback but also heartbroken.

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

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

and egg crepes, there were four side dishes, and a bowl of

modest spread, each dish small but

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