Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 440

The man in black frowned, turning his head to scan the surroundings. Everywhere he looked, paths of escape were blocked by onlookers. It was clear; he had become the prey Tarquin had successfully cornered.

"Great, just great. When it rains, it pours, doesn't it?" He mocked himself under his breath, then, as if transforming into a different person, his expression suddenly became dark and menacing.

He glared at the gloomy sky, muttering coldly, "Oh, fate, you're really throwing curveballs at me today, huh? Trying to mess up my plans? Ha, you're underestimating me. My fate is my own, not yours to control. No one, except my beloved, can add to my troubles!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes, picturing the face and laughter of his beloved, whispering to himself, "One, two, three!"

His eyes snapped open, his mood reset. He looked at Tarquin, scoffed twice, and with his hands in his jacket pockets, started walking towards him. Tarquin, unable to hear what he was mumbling, leaned quietly against the car, calmly smoking a cigarette, watching him without a hint of panic. Although he didn't know who the man was, he knew he wasn't just anybody.

When the man stopped a meter away, he bluntly asked, "So, what's this about? You looking to kill or chat?"

Tarquin, slightly surprised, narrowed his eyes. He had followed Elliot and Evan here, cornering the man with questions in mind, but hadn't expected him to jump straight to talk of killing.

"Have I wronged you in some way? Why would I need to kill you?" Tarquin retorted.

there's no beef between us, why corner me? I haven't done anything wrong.

his cigarette, "Good guys don't

by that logic, you're no saint either. You've been sneaking around after two kids tonight, and now you've cornered me,"

"I've never claimed to be a

see, we differ there. I never claim to be a bad

I'm as weak as

him narrowly, "Looking

Sooner or later, it's all the same. But if I die, your good

cigarette again, scoffing, "So, you're not looking for death, just

our first official meeting, let me give you a piece of advice: you'll

the man's words but unable to decipher

important to you

"...And who are

not here to kill me tonight. So, we must be here to talk. Thanks to those kids, I'm all out of fight, so I guess I'm at your mercy. But I have one condition: don't

say, the more Tarquin wanted to know. He