Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 

He stared at Elysia for a few seconds, then twisted his head to look at Tarquin with an enigmatic expression. 

That unique scent, it was the same aroma that lingered on Tarquin last time. 

This woman… she was the one tangled up with Tarquin. 

Interesting… 

There’s an unwritten rule about not coveting a buddy’s girl, and even though Keaton was a notorious playboy, he had his principles. When he looked back at Elysia, his gaze 

immediately softened, becoming much more serious. 

“Don’t worry, Tarquin’s right here. He’ll definitely keep you safe.” 

With those words, Keaton returned to his seat, sidled up to Tarquin, and nudged him teasingly. 

“Come on, your food’s here.” 

Tarquin frowned and shot him a fierce glare. 

Keaton leaned back in his chair with a sly smile, clearly enjoying the commotion. 

The others had confused looks on their faces. 

It was only then that Elysia noticed Tarquin. 

Seeing him, she was surprised, too. She really hadn’t expected Tarquin to be in this private dining room. 

This damned twist of fate was just too absurd. She had just told him that afternoon that if she ever showed up in front of him again, she’d eat her hat, and yet here she was in the 

evening…. 

Talk about awkwardness. It was like trying to dance gracefully after stepping on a rake! 

Elysia’s cheeks flushed a deep red. 

Her fair complexion, now tinged with pink, made her look as if blossoms were unfolding on her face. 

To the onlookers, she was a sight to behold. 

Keaton couldn’t resist prodding Tarquin again, “What’s with you, man? Go on, pay her some attention. Look, she’s blushing.” 

One said, “Tarquin, aren’t you going to introduce her?” 

Another added, “She’s gorgeous. Is she your lady?” 

One even stood up to offer his seat beckoning Elysia, “Come on, take a seat, ma’am.” 

Esa et bon flustered and embarrassed, not knowing how to react. Her large eyes Buttered, her breathing uneven, and she looked utterly dazed and adorable. 

Sweet and charming everyone was just about to envy Tarquin for landing such a beauty when he succeny let out a cold laugh, “Not leaving, then?” 

Eysia wished the ground would swallow her up. Her face still red, she stammered, “Plans changed.” 

Eysia other ip in frustration. What was that heh for? She was telling the truth! 

If Tarquin didn’t follow through with the divorce, how could she possibly leave? 

Annovec, she retorted, “Jindale City isn’t your property. I can come and go as I please; it’s 

none of your business” 

Her expression, tone, and words. To the onlookers, it was like she was playfully pouting. She seemed to be the classic case of spoiled and proud. 

The group erupted into laughter. ‘Oh boy, Tarquin, can you handle it? Whipped much?” 

Keaton stirred the pot further. “Why are you asking Tarquin? You should be asking the little leck here.” 

Bysia was twenty–six but looked much younger, like an early–twenties college student, clearly younger than the rest 

One of them turned to Elysia and asked. ‘Tell us the truth, how does our Tarquin measure 

up? 

Another interjected, “Are you crazy? You actually asked her?” 

“Look, you’ve made her uncomfortable.” 

“Don’t mind him, ma’am. The guy’s not right in the head.” 

The term ‘ma’am‘ nearly made Elysia choke. Their teasing was also getting on her nerves. 

“Stop talking nonsense; I hardly know the guy!” 

Keaton smirked at Tarquin. “Hear that, Tarquin? She doesn’t want to take responsibility for you. Could it be that you didn’t take good care of her? That sounded like dissatisfaction 

to me.” 

Elysia pursed her lips and glared at Keaton, speechless.