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!"

Thorne managed to console herself. After all, for a frugal person, anything

to sober up with, settling for making a cup of tea in lieu of finding any hangover cure. Unable

aroma of the tea filled the air, tempting

cup to taste, immediately sighing, "This

Pu'erh, beautifully packaged but without a brand name, making it impossible to

Elysia sipped her small cup of tea before taking the rest back

thirsty, and the tea would help, while the yogurt could

bedroom

the main lights, leaving only a bedside

surprised Elysia was that the clothes that should have been scattered on the floor were neatly hung on a

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

aback. Was this guy not drunk at all, or did he have a thing

drunk, he could barely walk straight, stumbling around

you'd say he was drunk, how

neat freak, this guy must

wouldn't allow

That's actually a plus!

tea on the nightstand, giving him a

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