Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1235

Tarquin couldn’t take it anymore. With a steely expression, he strode over to Elysia’s side and stood protectively by her.

“I don’t care who you think you are,” he said, his voice cold as ice. “But if you raise your voice at my wife again, we’re gonna have a real problem.”

He’d tried to stay out of the squabble—it was just women talking, after all—but this woman was way out of line. Someone needed to put her in her place.

Sabrina’s eyes widened in shock, ready to snap back at Tarquin—until she actually looked at him.

Whoa. He was gorgeous.

Tall, athletic, with chiseled features and an effortless coolness—was he a movie star or something?

Trying to regain her composure, Sabrina softened her tone, her words suddenly syrupy sweet. “I wasn’t yelling. I’m just doing my job. And you are…?”

“You don’t deserve to know,” Tarquin shot back flatly, not giving her the slightest ounce of respect.

Sabrina’s mouth dropped open for a moment.

She was in her early twenties, a sucker for handsome faces and with a pride the size of Texas. Raised in comfort, used to being pampered—being called out in public like this hit her hard.

Her eyes shimmered, cheeks burning red, and she bit her lip, looking at Tarquin with wounded pride.

Elysia shot Sabrina a glare, then turned to the mother and daughter nearby. “Are you Dr. Lambert’s family?”

The woman clutching a little girl nodded anxiously. “Yes, yes, I’m Zachary Lambert’s wife. This is our daughter.”

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