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.

creation, not shaped by hand but meticulously painted by some

resembling him, were

his masculinity

looks, he could have blown up the

was... less than pleasant. A terrible temper paired

Such a waste!

in regret over his wasted good looks while waving her hand in front of his face to see 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

see the bite mark, her wrist was

she lost her balance, tumbling right

hit his collarbone, a sharp pain

tried to get up, Tarquin pulled her onto the bed, quickly flipping

chance to resist, he swiftly captured her hands above her head and pinned

"Click "

turned on

the room, blinding

meeting Tarquin's gaze, her

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

you

intimidated by his menacing

I... I can