Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 668

They wanted to say something, to intervene, but they couldn't muster the courage.

They wanted to join him in his drinking spree, but the fear held them back.

The whole vibe in the private room was exceptionally somber. They were simultaneously sympathetic, curious, and frightened.

Just what had gotten into Tarquin tonight?

He had been the one to set up this whole gathering today. Earlier in the day, everyone had been teasing him about that 'three-minute make-out session' with Elysia.

But as the day wore on and his mood took a nosedive, everyone tiptoed around him, carefully spending the day at his side.

During the day, he was just moody and sullen, but stable, silently playing cards while everyone else just went along with it.

But as night fell, he began to drink like a man on a mission, which terrified everyone.

Seeing Keaton walk in, Booker quickly leaned in to whisper, "Any luck? Did you get ahold of her?"

"Yeah, just wait," Keaton said.

seemed only

breath and with beads of sweat on

seen a savior, quickly getting up to greet her,

their gazes towards her, stunningly taken aback by

plenty of beautiful women, even those of

of Elysia's caliber was

puffer jacket, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her face bare of makeup, she

something about her aura that was unique and captivating! They had wondered what kind of

their answer. Her and Tarquin,

spare them a glance, her

wasn't looking at her; he was busy

Elysia could almost smell the

still wearing the black shirt from when he helped fix the pipes at home, now with the top two buttons undone, lounging back in

the sight;

lifted his drink, she rushed over, snatching it away, "Stop

looked up with

the figure before him, his expression