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?

ignore him and headed

her walk away, Tarquin quickly dropped his

aback,

spoke softly, "I'm not

to rest. You're only human, not

a moment before changing

you curious who tried to

bombard him with questions

I was planning to discuss it with you

a surge

him in every little thing. Was

even softer, "I'm still wide awake. Let's talk about it. What did

cool. She clenched 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

was baffled by Gideon's thought

an age to enjoy peaceful family times, yet here

was sick in

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