Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 342

"Hey! Get up!"

Elysia was desperate to get him to leave and head back to his own place!

But no matter how much she moved her mouth, swung her arms, or kicked her legs, like a little tornado trying to whisper, shout, and kick all at once, she couldn't wake him up.

It was a true spectacle of chaos meets calm.

She was all over the place, and he was as peaceful as a sleeping kitten.

She did her thing, and he did his - which was sleeping, undisturbed!

Tarquin's biggest reaction was a slight frown, and then... nothing.

Not even an eyelid twitch.

Realizing waking him up and sending him on his way was a lost cause, Elysia dialed Lowell and Keaton, hoping they could come and take him away!

But alas, it was exactly those two who had 'conspired' to send him over in the first place. No chance they'd pick up her call!

Lowell and Keaton were effectively playing possum.

As the saying goes, never expect a reply from someone playing dead. So, no luck reaching Lowell or Keaton.

And since she didn't have contact info for any of Tarquin's other friends, she was out of options there.

couldn't

was just a kid, how would he come to pick someone

phone, hoping to book

her astonishment, she waited over an

was baffling and

wasn't solving anything. After some deliberation, Elysia bit the bullet and decided to take matters into her own

sportswear and tied her long hair into

rolled up her sleeves, grabbed Tarquin by a leg, and tried dragging him to the

But no dice!

wrapping his arm

didn't

efforts, she couldn't budge him an

lean, but he was no lightweight. A fitness enthusiast with a

moving him was no small feat for Elysia. She just

without success, she resigned to seek help from the condominium's

and the kids, and upon seeing

to with

the

the resemblance! Who is he

"A total sleazebag!"

"What?"

Could you help me get him to the front gate? He's drunk, and I need to get

the guards, knowing better than to pry, helped