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.'

the difference between

was sadness, not anger, that overwhelmed

"I'm not

spit it out, anything

all began with Elijah, no wait, it actually starts with Ms. Thorne..." Lowell recounted the day's

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

sedated and stripped by Elysia... And before coming to the bar, Tarquin cornering Elysia and dragging her to the

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

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

shook his head, "I don't

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

his chat with Elysia in the gazebo, were

Ms. Thorne? And to get so worked up about it!" Keaton glanced at the drunken Tarquin

his own

sighed in exasperation, "I'm just as clueless, man. Elijah's just as hard

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