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.

his cheek in frustration, he felt his anger rising again. She didn't even seem to want to reach out! Did she not realize how mad he was? Or did she

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

trying to distract himself, unable to find a way back to Elysia without swallowing his pride. A classic case of

teased, "How about I give Elysia a call, see if she can make the first move, 'beg' you to come

"Get lost!"

I'm just trying to help you

cigarette ash again. "You looking to get buried today? Just say

this entertaining so

they switched to playing poker, initially filling the room with lively chatter and jokes to cheer

and heading straight into dinner without a

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