Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1205

Zane's face soured the moment he heard that.

Ridley had always been into the art of tea-well, back in college, it was more like an obsession. To impress her, Zane had thrown himself into learning every blend and brew he could get his hands on.

There was this legendary Mount Fidelis tea-think of it like the rarest, most expensive single malt scotch you could imagine, the kind that's locked away in vaults and never even hits the market. It used to cost a small fortune per ounce, but after the government banned its harvest, it became priceless-literally impossible to get.

Zane had pulled every string, called in every favor, and still, the best he'd ever managed was a couple of tins of authentic Houkui tea. As for the Mount Fidelis stuff? That was on another level. He never even dared to dream.

Now here was Tarquin, acting like it was no big deal-not only did his family have some, but he brought it out to serve his guests, and was even talking about giving some away. That kind of effortless, deep-rooted wealth and confidence made Zane's skin crawl.

Standing next to Tarquin, Zane felt like a cheap magician trying to pull quarters from behind people's ears.

"Mr. Bradford, what happened to your neck?" Ridley suddenly asked, concern in her voice.

Zane glanced over instinctively.

Tarquin, smug as ever, tugged at the neckline of his hoodie so Zane could get a good look.

got a little playful last night. Left her

was old enough to be their mother, after all,

hand, frowned so hard his brows nearly touched. His eyes locked on

did that? She

No one needed

kind of intimacy he hadn't shared with Elysia in what felt like forever. Jealousy burned in his chest, making his

table, forcing himself to stay calm. Losing

sidelong glance, eyes full of disdain. He

yet-if she were here, Tarquin might not be

later, Elysia finally came

hair loose

then he noticed the silk scarf wrapped around her

dots: Tarquin's hickey, the scarf, Tarquin's smug remark. He bit down hard on the inside

waved at Ridley and sat beside Tarquin, their matching outfits twisting the knife

asked, keeping his

still getting ready. She'll be