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."

Elysia didn't catch his

casting her a cool glance,

sensed the sarcasm and was about to retort when he dismissed her, "Off you go, don't be

her mind returning to the million dollars she had just acquired. Tarquin soaked the chopped potatoes in water and 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

still, when Elijah came out for breakfast and noticed Elysia's finger was hurt, he was distressed and threw Tarquin several disapproving looks. Tarquin felt unjustly accused-it was

breakfast immensely, didn't seem to care. Today's meal was particularly to her liking, and she ate with gusto, cheeks puffed out, without a care for her

"Mommy, is it good?"

would've thought your dad could whip up

it as a compliment or an insult. Elijah, ever the peacemaker, said, "As long as Mommy likes it, we can have Dad

"I'd love that."

delighted and served Elysia a large portion,

was the very picture of familial bliss. Tarquin, on the other hand, bit into his omelet with a sour expression. Even his drink tasted bitter to him.