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!"

herself. After all, for a frugal person,

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

of the tea filled the

herself a small cup to

she realized it was a well-aged Pu'erh, beautifully packaged but without a brand name, making it impossible

hint of regret, Elysia sipped her small cup of tea before taking the rest back to Tarquin's bedroom, also grabbing a cup

the tea would help, while the yogurt could cool

the bedroom was

lights, leaving only a

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

with ties and belts orderly placed in a box, and dirty socks

guy not drunk at all, or did

you'd say he wasn't drunk, he could barely walk

how did

neat freak, this

drunkenness, he wouldn't allow

That's actually a plus!

the tea on the nightstand, giving him

duvet covering up to his chest, arms exposed, hands crossed