Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 351

She kept shifting her gaze, marveling internally, "Holy moly, is this spectacle free of charge?" Then she'd sneak another glance, thinking, "Might as well look if it's all for free. It's like a bonus!" She even found herself thinking, "Go on, strip away. Then put it all back on just to strip again..."

He had a certain grace about him when undressing, making her think that watching him dress must be just as pleasing.

Her head was spinning like a carousel, one moment gazing out the window, the next fixated on Tarquin Bradford, her cheeks blazing red.

It wasn't until Tarquin unbuckled his belt, revealing navy boxer briefs, that she spun around and dashed outside.

Bursting into the bathroom, she stared at her blushing reflection, taking deep breaths!

What a night of tempting thoughts!

She slapped her cheeks gently, exhaling long breaths into the mirror, comforting herself with thoughts like,

"It's not weird; it's natural to appreciate beauty. It's not like I'm paying for it. He didn't notice, so no harm done."

Why stress about it if it's free?

Calm down, no need to panic!

"Just consider those extra glances as my tip for the night's efforts. He's not at a loss!"

console herself. After all, for

washed her face and went on a hunt for something to sober up with, settling for making a cup of tea in lieu of finding any hangover cure. Unable to find an opened pack, she fetched a new one

aroma of the tea filled the air,

a small cup to taste, immediately

realized it was a well-aged Pu'erh,

the rest back to Tarquin's bedroom, also grabbing

make one thirsty, and the tea would help, while the yogurt could cool down any

the bedroom was

main lights, leaving only a bedside lamp

that should have been scattered on the floor were neatly hung on

ties and belts orderly placed in a box, and dirty socks tossed into a

drunk at all, or did he have a thing

drunk, he could barely walk straight,

he was drunk, how did he manage to

freak, this guy must

in drunkenness, he wouldn't allow his room

That's actually a plus!

placed the tea on the nightstand, giving him

back, a silk duvet covering up to his chest, arms exposed, hands crossed