Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 703

Elysia playfully said, "But what if I still want to sleep?"

"Then keep sleeping, sleep peacefully, don't worry about anyone hurting you. You're safe," was the reassuring reply.

"Okay, I'll sleep a bit more then."

"Alright."

No sooner had Elysia closed her eyes than Tarquin's phone buzzed urgently. He quickly silenced it.

After a glance at the screen, he frowned slightly and pocketed the device.

He remained seated by the bed, gently holding Elysia's hand, softly humming a love song to lull her to sleep.

Elysia had planned to pretend to sleep so he would go rest, but his singing actually lulled her into slumber.

Once sure Elysia was asleep, Tarquin carefully released her hand, tucking it under the covers and making sure she was snug before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead and then her lips. Only then did he call in a nurse to keep watch.

The moment he stepped out of Elysia's room, Tarquin's demeanor shifted dramatically.

transformed into the

lips were a tight line, his facial muscles taut, his eyes

just outside, quickly reporting, "Tarquin, Axel

word, Tarquin strode

more guards for Elysia. No one gets near her

won't let anything happen to

common knowledge among Tarquin's crew

one dared take matters concerning her

in the car, fainting from

look on Tarquin's face as he rushed Elysia into the hospital – not anger, but helplessness,

over to Benjamin, begging him to save

from fright, yet Tarquin

edge of life and death since childhood, Tarquin feared very few. Previously, only Elijah had that

someone he held dear, a touch to her was

Tarquin was a constant presence in her room,

was always there, simmering beneath his concern,

was awake and confirmed to be

Next came vengeance.

a makeshift shack by