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

him, were just toddlers over five, still

had his masculinity

he could have blown

his personality was... less than pleasant. A terrible temper paired with a

Such a waste!

asleep. Confirming he was, she tried to check for the bite mark on his shoulder, but he

see the bite mark, her wrist was caught in

lost her balance, tumbling right

Her forehead hit his collarbone,

to get up, Tarquin pulled her onto

captured her hands above her head

"Click "

on the bedside

light flooded the room, blinding Elysia for

meeting Tarquin's gaze, her heart began to

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

you

by his menacing look, feared for

I can