Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 395

Oh, the drama at the dinner table could rival any Thanksgiving family gathering gone awry. But here they were, Elijah having summoned his parents to an unofficial "peace treaty" meeting over dinner. The stakes? Whoever lost their cool first would be in the bad graces of their son. So, there they sat, feigning harmony for the sake of their boy.

But let's be real, the so-called peace was as thin as the broth in their bowls, all for Elijah's eyes. Deep down, both Elysia and Tarquin harbored their own schemes.

At Elijah's request, Elysia had whipped up a bowl of noodles for Tarquin as well. Three bowls of noodles, three people, all pretending this was the picture of domestic bliss.

Throughout the meal, Elijah couldn't stop singing praises about Elysia's cooking, pushing Tarquin to join the chorus.

"Dad, isn't mom's noodles the best?"

a stern glance from the little guy,

scoffing at the overemphasis on a simple bowl of noodles. "It's just

a cheerful, "Glad you like it. There's more in the pot." The table fell into an awkward silence soon after, only to be broken by a swift kick to

confused, tried to decipher his son's silent messages, much to

busied herself cleaning up, Elijah seized the moment

not me. You gotta pick

in motion, but he kept it to himself, asking instead, "What were you trying to remind me

her over by being silent. You need to charm

toward the couch before Elijah's exasperated