Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 450

"I haven't sold the house."

That was Elizabeth's last gift to him, and not even bankruptcy could make him part with it!

"You didn't sell the house? Then where did all this money come from?"

Tarquin couldn't be bothered to explain, "Do you want it or not?"

"Of course I do! But... this isn't ill-gotten wealth, is it?"

Tarquin, speechless, retracted his hand to pocket the card, deciding not to give it anymore.

Elysia snatched it quickly, "I said I want it!"

She clutched the bank card tightly, like a dog guarding its bone.

Tarquin looked at her with disdain, "The PIN is six zeros."

Elysia stared at the bank card in her trembling hands, her heart racing, "Is... is there really a million in here? You're not pulling my leg, are you? A million! Oh my God! Have I... have I suddenly become a millionaire? This isn't a dream, is it?"

After saying that, she pinched Tarquin hard.

Tarquin glared in pain, "What the heck?!"

Elysia looked at him with her big, sparkly eyes, "Did that hurt?"

"No kidding! What if I pinch you back that hard?!"

"Hah!" Elysia laughed, "Pain means I'm not dreaming. Oh my God, I've made it. I'm a millionaire! Haha..."

Tarquin just rolled his eyes, seizing the moment to ask her, "Who's your son's father?"

He was really curious about the man who could father such an outstanding son.

Elysia's smile froze immediately!

Her brows furrowed, and she asked defensively, "Why do you want to know?!"

"Just curious."

"Keep your curiosity to yourself. Don't pry into my business!"

"...I'm not curious about you, I'm curious about your son's father."

"Don't be curious about my son's father either. It's none of your business!"

Elysia snapped, pocketing the card, and turned her back to him to start making breakfast.

Clearly, she was done talking to him.

Tarquin held onto her wrist, not letting go.

Elysia, panicking, "My money, my money!"

Tarquin, annoyed, "What's more important, your money or your hand?"

"The money!"

Tarquin was speechless, scolding, "Stay still! It's not like it's lost if it falls to the ground! Pick it up later!"

After treating her wound and bandaging it, he finally let her go.

Elysia, once free, quickly bent down to pick up the card, clutching it tightly in her hand, relieved.

Tarquin, watching her act like a true miser, was utterly disdainful.

She was a real money grubber!

Turning to look at the potatoes on the kitchen counter that hadn't been fully chopped, he felt a headache coming.

After just declaring he wouldn't help, now he had to do it himself!

Stuck with this silly woman, truly his 'fortune'!