Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 488

He dashed to the study to find Tarquin.

"Look, these past few days, Blossom has been heading out first thing with the trash, then she goes to the old lady's place. After staying there for about twenty minutes, she leaves, and her trash bag has magically doubled in size.

That means, lately, Blossom's been helping the old lady with her trash. And those dead cats? They're coming from her house. But whether Blossom knows about those dead cats, that's still unclear!"

Tarquin's face darkened.

"At least this proves that the problem is with the old lady's house. Our guy could be hiding out there!"

At that revelation, both father and son tensed, a chill running down their spines.

Their mysterious person was living right across the street?

Elliot was worried about Elysia and Emmett's safety.

Tarquin was concerned for Elijah's safety.

"We've got to root him out!" they declared in unison.

The two exchanged a look, their expressions in sync.

This mysterious person was like a thorn in their sides, pricking at both their hearts. Until they plucked it out, they'd be in agony, living in fear every day!

Elliot asked, "Got any plans?"

Tarquin didn't hide his intentions, "I'll take advantage of the night and head over later."

"You're thinking of going tonight?"

"Yeah!"

"How will you go about it?"

"Hmm?"

Elliot was puzzled, "You're going after him without a plan?"

Elliot hurried out, only to rush back in a moment later, handing Tarquin an earpiece.

"Wear this. It'll let me track your location and we can communicate. It might lower your chances of getting hurt!"

Tarquin's eyes narrowed. "…You're worried about me getting hurt?"

"Getting hurt isn't exactly a picnic, better to avoid it if possible!"

"You're worried about me?"

Elliot's lips twitched, struggling for a reply. "…"

Understanding dawned on Tarquin, his heart softening, and he asked gently, "Weren't you not a fan of me before? Why the sudden concern?"

Elliot's frown deepened, as if worrying over him was the most embarrassing thing, reluctantly saying, "I'm not worried about you! I'm worried about an ambush!"

Tarquin chuckled, knowing well that worrying about an ambush meant worrying about him. In that moment, Tarquin felt a warm glow in his heart, affectionately ruffling Elliot's hair, he couldn't help but say, "Your dad's lucky to have you. Wish you were my son."