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.

like a favored creation, not shaped by hand but meticulously painted by some

Elijah, although resembling him, were

his masculinity

have blown up the acting

less than pleasant.

Such a waste!

Confirming he was, she tried to check for the bite mark on his shoulder, but he was wearing a shirt, a

before she could see the bite mark, her wrist was caught

she lost her balance, tumbling right into his

his collarbone, a sharp

tried to get up, Tarquin pulled her

resist, he swiftly captured her hands above

"Click "

on

light flooded the room,

eyes snapped open, meeting Tarquin's gaze, her heart began to

and grim. His grip was strong, devoid of

are you

intimidated by his menacing look,

I can