Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 257

She slipped from under the covers and tiptoed out of the study, making her way to Tarquin's bedroom door.

Elysia was never the brightest bulb in the box, not given to overthinking. Her approach was straightforward and blunt.

To prove if he was the wild man from years ago? Easy!

Just sneak a peek at his shoulder.

Back when he had bullied her, she had bitten his shoulder fiercely. If he was indeed that wild man, there would be a significant bite mark!

Luckily, Tarquin hadn't locked his door.

Elysia sneaked into the room, crouching and tiptoeing to the bed.

Tarquin was lying on his back, hands crossed over his chest, in a neat sleeping position. His eyes were tightly closed, breathing even, deep in sleep.

Seeing his face, Elysia paused... He was incredibly handsome in his sleep!

It wasn't an exaggeration; he was the most handsome man she had ever seen!

Cool and detached when awake, strikingly handsome in sleep.

Phrases like 'broad-shouldered and bright-eyed' or 'chiseled features' didn't do him justice.

by hand but meticulously painted by

and Elijah, although resembling him, were

masculinity or his

could have blown up

less than pleasant. A terrible temper

Such a waste!

if he was truly asleep. Confirming he was, she tried to check for the bite mark on his shoulder, but he was wearing a shirt, a crew-neck pajama top. No choice, she

before she could see the bite mark, her wrist

balance, tumbling

Her forehead hit his collarbone,

pulled her onto the bed,

captured her hands above her

"Click "

on

flooded the room, blinding

open, meeting Tarquin's gaze,

was glaring down at her, his expression dark and grim. His grip was strong, devoid of any tenderness, as if he was dealing with an adversary.

you

menacing look, feared

I... I