Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1094

"If he's not into you, why would Edith even bother making stuff up? Besides, don't you have a thing for handsome guys? And let's be honest, Lancelot is a real looker.

Mom thinks Lancelot is a great match for you. You two grew up together, know each other inside out. Plus, once his gig here is done, Lancelot is heading back to Jindale City for his new job. He won't have to travel all the time, can stay right in Jindale City with you."

Seeing Blossom roll her eyes, Hollis pulled Elysia aside to persuade her,

"Elysia, don't you think? Lancelot and Blossom, childhood sweethearts, meant to be?"

Elysia's lips twitched uncontrollably, speechless, only managing an awkward laugh.

Lancelot, or Lancelot as everyone else knew him, was Blossom's childhood friend. They grew up together in the same apartment building.

Gabriel Spencer, like Hollis, was a professor, a colleague, and a family friend.

Both families were well matched in status.

But according to Blossom, Lancelot was her nightmare!

Because Lancelot had always been the top student, while she struggled at the bottom.

Their exam scores were always at opposite ends - he was first, and she was last.

Lancelot was the epitome of "the neighbor's kid," perfect in every way!

Blossom often lamented that half of the scoldings she received as a child were thanks to Lancelot!

Without comparison, she was just a poor student. With Lancelot in the picture, she became the ultimate underachiever!

Her parents would get even more frustrated, their scolding louder and harsher!

Lancelot, as Elysia knew him, was indeed outstanding.

Educated, personable, and handsome to boot.

After her parents finished lecturing Blossom, she would find Lancelot to vent, and he'd take it all in stride, never talking back.

But, childhood sweethearts can't beat fate!

It's the curse of love; childhood friends often lose to unexpected love!

No matter how good he is, if Blossom isn't interested, it's all for naught.

"Elysia, don't you think Lancelot and Blossom are perfect childhood sweethearts?"

"…Lancelot is such a good guy, they're a great match. They'd be happy together."

Axel stood quietly behind the security door, those words replaying in his mind.

It wasn't until the elevator dinged open and closed that he stepped out from hiding.

Why he felt the need to hide, he wasn't sure.

He adjusted his cap and moved on.

Passing Blossom's room again, he heard her hearty laughter but didn't stop or look inside.

However, as he passed Lancelot's room, he couldn't help but look in.

On the bed lay a young man, battered and bruised.

Despite the injuries marring his face, his features were delicate and well-formed, with an air of scholarly elegance.