Chapter 582

"Seriously, you've been going like a machine, no food, no sleep. You're gonna crash at this rate."

There was a sparkle in Tarquin's eyes, a fiery intensity that couldn't be missed.

Caring about him, making a fuss over him, tucking him into bed, and whipping up something in the kitchen - if this wasn't a sign of affection, what was?

Tarquin looked every bit the clueless teenager in love, gazing at Elysia with a grin that could light up the darkest room.

That smile was genuine, reaching all the way to his eyes. He was truly happy.

Elysia, puzzled, asked, "What's with the smile? You look like you've won the lottery."

Tarquin just sat there, quietly watching her, his handsome face lit up with that smile.

Elysia was at a loss for words. His behavior was like a peacock flaunting its feathers - but why? He didn't have feelings for her, so what was with all the fanfare?

Was he sick or just messing with her?

frowned, deciding to ignore him and headed

dropped his lovestruck

taken aback, asked, "What's

softly, "I'm not

not, you need to rest. You're only human, not made of

for a moment before

curious who tried

would bombard him with questions the

brows, "Elliot and Evan gave me the gist of it. I was planning to discuss it with you after you've rested up. I didn't want to stress you out and mess with

felt a surge of warmth and

did care about him, thinking of him in every little thing. Was he falling hard

still wide awake. Let's talk about

her fists, visibly agitated, "Elliot and Evan told me you found out it was Gideon! I can't believe it was him. Elijah is his great-grandson, for crying out loud! Most people dote on their great-grandkids, but not him. It's like he didn't care at all to go as far as to harm him!

baffled by

age to enjoy peaceful family times, yet here

sick in the

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