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?!

of last night began to slowly resurface in

six years ago on the day he returned to the States, thinking he'd been drugged at the

No, that wasn't right!

accident was a dream,

when he turned on the lights, he wasn't at

she was, lying on

even recalled holding her tight,

Elijah's mother was truly there, not a figment

a dream; she

was she

bite mark on Elysia's

of lightning, his breath hitching as he quickly

Elysia, tiptoeing to the door, stealthily turning the

off guard by Tarquin's sudden appearance, Elysia was

Elijah's still sleeping. I thought I'd check in on my son at home.

attempted to make a

hand shot out, slamming the

She wasn't going anywhere!

visibly shaken, turned to face him, her