Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 363

Tarquin really couldn't remember a thing. He'd overindulged last night, tossing and turning without sleep until the early hours. Now, freshly awakened, his head throbbed, his mind buzzing annoyingly.

He slipped into a bathrobe and shuffled towards the bathroom for a shower, pausing as he passed Elijah's room.

With a gentle nudge, he cracked the door open and peeked inside.

Seeing the little guy sound asleep brought a warm glint to Tarquin's eye.

Quietly closing the door, his gaze inadvertently drifted towards the study, his expression instantly turning icy.

He knew Elysia was in there, his brow furrowed in disgust, face set in a cold demeanor as he continued to the bathroom.

Elysia's affairs were none of his business!

She could be with whoever she wanted; it didn't concern him. It was just that, being a bit old-fashioned, he had little tolerance for those who weren't faithful in relationships.

Shutting the bathroom door behind him, Tarquin was about to step into the shower when he noticed something on his skin.

Red, long scratch marks, as if he'd been clawed by a wild cat!

Taken aback, Tarquin studied his reflection closely in the mirror, finding not just a few on his front but even more on his back!

What the heck?

Who did this?!

to slowly resurface in his

six years ago on the day

No, that wasn't right!

was a dream, but

the lights, he wasn't at

was, lying on his

even recalled holding her tight,

truly there, not a figment of his imagination.

dream; she had

was she

bite mark on

struck Tarquin like a bolt of lightning, his breath hitching as he quickly wrapped himself in his bathrobe and

tiptoeing to the door, stealthily turning

guard by Tarquin's sudden appearance, Elysia was both surprised and awkward, stammering out an

check in on my son at home. I'll come back later,

attempted to make a

shot out, slamming the door shut with a

She wasn't going anywhere!

him, her back pressed against