Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 183

Elysia wasn’t bringing Elijah meals for the cash, but who in their right mind would pass up easy money? Ton grand a day, even just to break even, made the future seem a bit bughter.

“Did he eat all of last night’s dinner?” Elysia asked, taking the initiative.

“Yep, licked the plate clean. He really dug the dishes.”

“Alright, I whip up another batch for lunch.”

Under the spell of potential prosperity, Elysia found herself growing softer

Another gust of cold wind swept by, and she couldn’t help but sniffle, her nose turning a rosy red from the chill.

Tarquin watched her for a few seconds, his brow furrowed. “Come in with me”

He tumed and headed towards the apartment building entrance.

Elysia humed to clarify, “I’d rather not go in, just in case Elijah wakes up and throws a fit seeing me

“He won’t be up till six thirty

It was just past six

Still, Elysia hesitated to enter. With

Elijah asleep, it would be just the two of them alone in that room – it just didn’t seem proper.

Tarquin, already at the entrance, glanced back to see her standing still, his expression growing more stem..

grab some stuff.”

stuff?” she asked,

strode up the stairs with long

for a moment before following

ascended the stairs, the elderly couple from

my, is this your wife?

Elysia felt awkward.

replied politely to the seniors, “She’s

then who might she

“The housekeeper.”

a bit embarrassed and chuckled as they continued down the stairs.

still hear their banter.

aren’t they a couple? They look perfect together, a match made in

in heaven are a dime a dozen, doat

all meant to

destined to

by fate itself.”

in.” Tarquin was already at the doorstep,

the stairs, muttering under her breath, “I’m not your housekeeper:

be the housekeeper? Want to be my wife instead?”

nonsense are you spouting?”

face remained impassive. “Good, because you’re not

into the apartment

the thermos over