Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1239

If the device containing the virus got smashed, things would get even worse!

Tarquin gently pressed the top of her head. "I know."

By the time the two of them got home, it was already past midnight.

Clayton was still awake, sitting on the living room couch reading a financial magazine.

When he saw them come in, he quickly got up. "Hey, you're back!"

Elysia blinked. "Dad, you're still up?"

"Couldn't sleep," he admitted.

The truth was, he'd been worried about his daughter and was waiting for her.

"So, did you manage to sort things out?"

Elysia didn't want Clayton to worry, so she nodded. “Yeah, it's all sorted. Is Mom and the little one sleeping?"

"Good, good. They turned in early. You guys hungry? I can whip something up in the kitchen."

dinner-Clayton had noticed and felt a pang in

politeness, he added, "Actually, I'm a bit hungry myself. I'll make something for the

what do you want? I'll

in, "Let

shrugged off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves, ready

relax. Let me do this. Time for you to taste a little of Dad's

his magazine and headed off

at Elysia. "Go on upstairs and get some rest. I'll help your dad— gotta

on her face. The heaviness in her heart lifted. "Alright, I'll

peeking into Pamela's room first, then

to Evan's room, she'd barely cracked the door when White, the family's pet-an albino corn

Elysia, it slithered over, nuzzling her hand

all this

its tiny head, and wandered into Evan's

position, and she

of everyone in the family, Evan was the

been up to before bed? Now he was sprawled across the edge of the bed, his head and arms

White down and carefully

blinked open his eyes, groggy.