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.

she couldn't

would he come to pick

Elysia opened an app on her phone, hoping to book a delivery service to haul him

astonishment, she waited over an hour with

was baffling

some deliberation, Elysia bit the bullet and

to change into sportswear and tied

her sleeves, grabbed Tarquin by a leg, and

But no dice!

drag, she then tried hoisting him up by wrapping his arm around her

that didn't work

she couldn't budge him

no lightweight. A fitness enthusiast with a passion for sports, his physique was deceptively muscular and

foot three, moving him was no small feat for Elysia. She

resigned to seek help from the condominium's security. Why struggle when you can ask for

kids, and upon seeing Tarquin,

off to

"He's not the

huh? But the

"A total sleazebag!"

"What?"

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

to share more, the guards, knowing better than to pry,