Chapter 340

"Achoo-"

Tarquin was in the middle of sipping his whiskey when he suddenly sneezed.

Keaton, with a teasing glint in his playful eyes, quipped, "Sounds like someone's talking trash about you."

Tarquin ignored him, didn't even spare him a glance, and continued to drink.

He kept pouring himself drink after drink until he was flat out drunk.

Slumped against the couch, he closed his eyes and yanked at his tie, looking downright miserable.

"Tarquin," Keaton called out to him several times to no response.

Once it was clear he was out cold, Keaton turned to Lowell and asked, "What in the world happened today? Why's he so down in the dumps?"

Keaton chose his words carefully, saying 'down in the dumps,' not 'mad.'

difference between

was sadness, not

scratched his head, clearly puzzled, "I'm not sure how to even

spit it out, anything you remember,"

with Ms.

the argument fueled by Elijah's split personality with Tarquin, and Tarquin wanting to meet Elysia's kids,

and Tarquin being sedated and stripped by Elysia... And before coming

is after Ms. Thorne left, Tarquin was alone at

a thoughtful look, listened quietly and then asked, "Elijah's mother wasn't brought up

shook his head,

mother could've hit Tarquin this hard." "But I didn't catch

there for his chat with Elysia in the gazebo, were you?

so worked up about it!" Keaton glanced at the

want his

man. Elijah's just as hard to read as

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