Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 711

Keith was decked out in his workout gear, a fitness tracker wrapped around his wrist, dripping with sweat as if he'd just finished a marathon. This was the first time they had seen each other since that brawl.

Keith had healed up and was currently riding the unemployment wave, without the urgency to dive into a new job.

His days were filled with painting and his nights with excursions to the local gym for some fitness routines, swimming, or hitting the basketball court. Life was surprisingly stress-free, devoid of the typical job-hunting anxiety, and he hadn't sought out Elysia either.

He even became something of a local hero in Jindale City for saving a kid from drowning during one of his swim sessions, earning him the 'Good Samaritan' title.

This was the scoop Tarquin got after doing some digging around.

Their gazes clashed in the air, electric and explosive, with an undercurrent of tension thick enough to cut through.

Yet, no punches were thrown!

Keith, spotting Tarquin, was taken aback, squinting slightly before stepping out of the elevator.

Tarquin, brows furrowed, shot him a glare before entering the elevator.

Neither acknowledged the other.

But just as the elevator doors were about to close, Keith's hand shot in, forcing them open again.

elevator entrance, Keith threw out, "Happy break-up

his temper flaring up

and this comment

orchestrated to instill fear in Elysia, pushing her to deem a relationship with him too perilous and call it

wasn't the underhanded tactics but

face, he was seething with

Keith by the collar and yanked him into the elevator, slamming him against

you orchestrate

glared back at Tarquin, his expression transitioning from anger to disdain in a matter

are

to keep his anger in check, prodded, "Playing

angered, smoothly adjusted his disheveled shirt, meeting Tarquin's gaze with

Otherwise, save your breath. Better yet, spend this time figuring out your next move post-breakup with Elysia.

Tarquin glowered at him,

at me directly. Don't target

man enough, you'd protect her. Can't even safeguard your own woman; what kind

blood boil over,

retaliate, the elevator dinged open, and Blossom appeared at

gasped, her eyes wide, “You