Chapter 589

Halfway through his cigarette, Tarquin was starting to feel on edge, his mind crowded with thoughts of Elysia.

What could she possibly be doing right now? Did his outburst scare her? Did he make her cry with his harsh words? And was she, at this very moment, thinking of him too?

The more he pondered, the heavier his chest felt. He didn't think he was in the wrong today, but he couldn't help but reflect. Was he too harsh? Elysia was always timid by nature, and his aggression must have frightened her! The image of her with teary eyes, looking so utterly distressed, made Tarquin feel even worse.

But it was her fault today! He wouldn't be the one to make the first move to apologize. It wasn't just about who was right or wrong; it was a matter of pride! Sure, he liked her, but he had his ego to consider, didn't he? Apologize when he wasn't at fault? That was something he couldn't bring himself to do. Unless she reached out first, even a simple text would do, he'd go back in a heartbeat!

Tarquin flicked the ash off his cigarette and reached for his phone on the coffee table to check for any messages. Nothing. Not a single message from Elysia. No texts, no calls.

to want to reach out! Did she not realize how mad he was?

phone back on the table, feeling irritated. "Get Tristan and the guys over for some poker!"

well. This was Tarquin trying to distract himself, unable to find a

Keaton teased, "How about I give Elysia a call, see

"Get lost!"

just trying to help you

to get buried today? Just

to become this entertaining so quickly. The

progressed. After Tristan and the others arrived, they switched to playing poker, initially filling

accustomed to lives of luxury, were held captive by Tarquin from noon till evening, missing lunch and heading straight into dinner without a bite. Their stomachs growled in unison, craving something as

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