Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 188

Tarquin approached, bending down to pick up the lunchbox from the ground without a word, his gaze lingering on Elysia.

Elysia sat on the pavement, tilling her face up at him in surprise when he made no move to help her up.

“Aren’t you going to give me a hand here?” she exclaimed

After all, she had taken a tumble while trying to deliver lunch to his son!

༈ ú གཽ ཇ ཎ ཟ ྃ

Tarquin frowned, hesitating for a moment before extending his hand

His palm faced downwards, clearly not inviting her to grasp it, but rather offering his arm as a support.

What’s with all the caution? She wondered indignantly. Did he think she was some sort of femme fatale?

Elysia’s pride was stung. She ignored the offered anm, instead reaching up to grab his trousers to pull herself up.

Tarquin’s eyes widened in alam, but before he could scold her, Elysia’s footing slipped, sending her crashing towards him.

Her eyes wide with panic, and she instinctively reached for his tie. Just as she grasped it, her heels slid back, and she toppled over

Camed by momentum, Tarquin also fell backwards.

As they both seemed destined to hit the ground, Tarquin’s quick reflexes kicked in. He caught her by the waist and pulled her into his embrace.

“That

slightly erratic too.

echoed nearby.

couple from across

Elysia were mortified and quickly separated.

to greet them, “Leander, Odette,

old couple beamed and asked Elysia. “What’s your name?”

were flushed as she replied, “You can call

are you two doing out here in this bitter cold? Go inside before

having such a romantic moment out here in the snow? Young love always seeks

adventure.”

སྠཽ ཀླུ ཟཎྜ ཤུཎྞཌྷ Ł ཁྱཱ ཎྜཱམྦཱཎཱུ ཀྑཱུ རྩ རྫ གྷ ཟྭ

of shock and indignation as she tried to explain, “No, you’ve

chuckled, not waiting for her to finish

banter. “I told you Elysia wasn’t Tarquin’s housekeeper, right? No

so shy about

early stages of dating. Hot married yet, just sweethearts! Ah, isn’t it lovely? They’re a

made in heaven.”

Tarquin exchanged a glance, both at a loss for

and their eyesight fades. Don’t overthink it

shot back, “I’m not overthinking anything. You’re the one who should

brow furrowed. Let’s not have a repeat of

do you

told you before, I’m not interested in you.