Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 995

Otherwise, Clayton had almost no chance of winning against those people!

If he lost, assassination awaited him.

And with his demise, Mrs. Hawkins wouldn't last long either.

Their lineage was doomed to ruin!

Tarquin asked with a stoic expression, "When is the Hawkins family holding the board meeting?"

"It's tentatively scheduled for early next month, the exact date is still undecided."

"…Got it, thanks."

After hanging up, Tarquin lit a cigarette.

The situation with the Hawkins family reminded him too much of the Bradfords, and he really didn't want Elysia going back there.

Going back would only add to her troubles.

But then…

As Tarquin was deep in thought, a knock suddenly came at the study door,

"Tarquin, are you in there?"

Hearing Elysia's voice, Tarquin quickly snuffed out his cigarette, adjusted his demeanor, and got up to open the door.

Seeing Elysia in her pajamas, her hair tousled, he spoke with a gentle tone,

"Why are you up so early?"

Elysia tilted her head up, blinking her big eyes at him, and retorted, "Did you stay up all night?"

"No, I woke up around four or five and couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to sit in the study for a bit."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

Tarquin chuckled affectionately, pinching her cheek, pretending everything was fine,

"I'm fine, really. What about you? Is something up?"

Elysia, not thinking much of it, nodded excitedly, showing him her phone,

"Remember I told you I wanted to go and pay respects to mom? Well, I talked to Jess about it yesterday. She's quite knowledgeable about these things since she's dealt with many spiritual leaders due to Corbin.

She mentioned that Master Cloud at Compassion Abbey is very powerful, and it just so happens he's holding a service today. She managed to get me an appointment.

"A couple of puffs, huh? Two months without touching me!" she declared, then huffed and left.

It wasn't that she was heartless; it was because Tarquin's smoking habit was too severe. Thanks to his fitness regime and a stroke of luck, his health hadn't deteriorated, but she had been trying to get him to quit. She discovered that threatening him was the most effective method!

She hadn't anticipated, however, the law of unintended consequences.

Two months was a cruel duration for someone like him!

The topic veered off, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Tarquin immediately followed her, "Isn't that punishment a bit harsh? How about two days?"

"No way! You promised you'd quit. Breaking your word is not what gentlemen do. Two months is lenient!"

"How about one week, then? Any more and you'll really be a widow."

"A widow? Please, I'm a wealthy widow with a brood of children. I'm not worried about finding a new husband. Out with the old, in with the new!"

Tarquin's expression darkened. He swept her into his arms and strode towards the bedroom,

"Getting bold, are we? Thinking of finding a new husband! Out with the old, in with the new, huh? Fine!"

He carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them and tossing her onto the bed before descending upon her.