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?

headed

Tarquin quickly dropped his lovestruck expression and caught up

taken aback,

spoke softly, "I'm not

human, not made of

moment before changing the

who tried to poison

thought she would bombard him

and Evan gave me the gist of it. I was planning to discuss it with you after you've

a surge of

thinking of him in every little thing. Was he falling hard

awake. Let's talk about

topic made Elysia lose her 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,

by Gideon's

was over seventy, an age to enjoy peaceful family times, yet here he was, committing unspeakable

sick in

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