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Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1239

If the device containing the virus got smashed, things would get even worse!

Tarquin gently pressed the top of her head. “I know.”

By the time the two of them got home, it was already past midnight.

Clayton was still awake, sitting on the living room couch reading a financial magazine.

When he saw them come in, he quickly got up. “Hey, you’re back!”

Elysia blinked. “Dad, you’re still up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted.

The truth was, he’d been worried about his daughter and was waiting for her.

“So, did you manage to sort things out?”

Elysia didn’t want Clayton to worry, so she nodded. “Yeah, it’s all sorted. Is Mom and the little one sleeping?”

“Good, good. They turned in early. You guys hungry? I can whip something up in the kitchen.”

Elysia hadn’t eaten much at dinner—Clayton had noticed and felt a pang in his heart.

Afraid she’d refuse out of politeness, he added, “Actually, I’m a bit hungry myself. I’ll make something for the three of us.”

Elysia jumped in, “Dad, what do you want? I’ll make it.”

Tarquin chimed in, “Let me.”

He swapped his shoes for slippers, shrugged off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves, ready to head into the kitchen. But Clayton stopped him.

“Nope, you two sit down and relax. Let me do this. Time for you to taste a little of Dad’s midnight cooking.”

He set aside his magazine and headed off to the kitchen.

Tarquin grinned at Elysia. “Go on upstairs and get some rest. I’ll help your dad—gotta make a good impression.”

Elysia smiled, happiness glowing on her face. The heaviness in her heart lifted.

“Alright, I’ll go check on Mom and the kids.”

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