Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 723

Tarquin's heart was hammering, "Oh, good."

He hurried after Elysia into the hospital room.

Inside, there was a small table. Elysia took out some late-night snacks and set them up, beckoning him over, "Come on, have something to eat."

Tarquin was pleasantly surprised, looking like a kid who thought he'd done something wrong, carefully watching Elysia's expressions and cautiously making his way over.

His cautious demeanor caught Elysia's eye, and she felt a pang of sympathy.

She wanted to say something to comfort him but didn't know what to say, so she chose silence.

She quietly handed him a fork, and Tarquin quickly reached out to take it.

With her not speaking, he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

After the late-night snack, Tarquin insisted on cleaning up the table, and Elysia didn't fight him for the task.

She went to the bathroom, and when she came out, she started making the bed.

It was a twin bed, one that Tarquin had bought new that day, along with fresh bedding.

stood quietly nearby, not daring

bed, checked on Elliot in his hospital bed, turned off the main light, leaving only a nightlight on. She told

saying that, she turned and walked

she meant and stood

bed, and seeing him still not moving,

a beat,

no idea how profound her simple request for

Tarquin had been on edge, scared out of his

well, understood

was genuinely worried that Elysia would

feared Elysia would

on finding the perpetrator all day, his heart entirely

for a cuddle

his

his anxiety, worry, frustration, and guilt...

could meld Elysia into his

understanding his feelings, allowed him to hold her until she couldn't take it anymore and

voice hoarse with concern, "Where does it hurt? Did

he immediately apologized, repeating,

hugging you