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.

shaped by hand

although resembling him, were just toddlers over five,

masculinity or

looks, he could have

than pleasant. A terrible temper paired with a

Such a waste!

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 reached out to tug at his neckline, trying to pull the shirt down

before she could see the bite mark, her wrist

she lost her balance, tumbling

forehead hit his collarbone, a sharp

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

hands

"Click "

turned on

room, blinding

Tarquin's gaze, her heart

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

are you trying

his menacing look, feared for

I can