Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 451

Tarquin grumbled to himself, swiftly removing his suit jacket and tie, then taking off his watch and rolling up his sleeves as he entered the kitchen. After expertly tying on an apron and washing his hands, he picked up a knife to finish slicing the potatoes that Elysia had left halfway done. His knife skills were impressive, the rhythmic chopping sounds creating a satisfying beat.

Before Elysia appeared in his life, he often cooked for Elijah, showcasing his ability to excel both in the boardroom and the kitchen.

The rhythmic chopping sound drew Elysia's attention away from her thoughts about the million dollars. She put away her bank card and turned to look towards the kitchen.

Truth be told, seeing someone aproned and busy in the kitchen was undeniably attractive. Standing nearly six foot three, with a straight and commanding posture, his black shirt tucked into his trousers and cinched at the waist by the apron, accentuated his physique perfectly. Broad shoulders, long legs, and a slim waist... definitely a sight for sore eyes.

Whether it was the million dollars or his attractive physique, Elysia found him slightly more bearable now. She approached him, "Need a hand?"

But-

Tarquin didn't even glance her way. "No need."

catch his

her a cool glance, "You're

about to retort when

cracked three eggs into a bowl, whisking them smoothly with a fork. His comment about her being "too precious" was indeed sincere. A cut on his hand would just be a minor inconvenience, but for her, it was a different story. With Elijah always ready to dote on her, she had the luxury to be more delicate. If Elijah found out she got hurt helping him, he'd be beside himself with worry,

looks. Tarquin felt unjustly accused-it was her own doing, not his. But arguing with his son was

liking, and she ate with gusto, cheeks puffed

"Mommy, is it good?"

who would've thought your dad could whip up

ever the peacemaker, said, "As long as Mommy likes it, we can have Dad cook every

"I'd love that."

and served Elysia a large portion,

a sour expression. Even his