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.'

enough, Keaton knew the difference between when Tarquin was sad and when

it was sadness, not anger, that overwhelmed

puzzled, "I'm

anything you remember," Keaton

Elijah, no wait, it actually starts with Ms. Thorne..." Lowell recounted

personality with Tarquin, and Tarquin wanting to meet Elysia's kids, which led to Elysia

also mentioned Elysia collapsing and being rushed to the hospital, waking up to slap Tarquin, and Tarquin being sedated and stripped by Elysia... And before coming to the bar, Tarquin cornering Elysia and dragging her to the gazebo for a private

know is after Ms. Thorne left, Tarquin was alone at the gazebo smoking, and he already looked

thoughtful look, listened quietly and then asked,

his head, "I

the topic of Elijah's mother could've hit Tarquin this

his chat with Elysia in the gazebo, were you? That might have been when it

And to get so worked up about it!" Keaton glanced at the drunken Tarquin and countered, "Elijah wants Elysia to be his

want his own

exasperation, "I'm just as clueless, man. Elijah's just as hard to read as

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