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.

favored creation, not shaped by hand but meticulously painted by some divine

and Elijah, although resembling him, were

his masculinity

could have

was... less than pleasant. A terrible

Such a waste!

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

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

she lost her balance, tumbling right

collarbone, a sharp pain shooting through

to get up, Tarquin pulled her

swiftly captured her hands above her head and pinned her legs, trapping her beneath

"Click "

on the

flooded the room, blinding Elysia for

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

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

are you trying to

menacing look, feared

I... I can