Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 

She caught sight of Elysia’s frantic gestures and realized something was up. Grabbing Evan by the hand, she made a beeline for the 

exit. 

Evan resisted, “Blossom! Mommy fell down!” 

“It’s okay, honey… we’ll check on her in a bit. Look, she fell into those shelves of quilts and pillows. They’re soft. She’s fine” 

“But, but I saw Mommy with a man, and they were… they were… kissing.” 

Blossom’s eyes lit up. “Really? Tell me more!” 

“Yeah! And Mommy was the one who kissed him first.” 

Blossom Interally groaned. Oh, what juicy gossip! How she yeomed to dig into it! 

No, no, she must prioritize. Kids come before gossip. 

If Elysia didn’t want Evan to go over there, there must be a reason. She couldn’t let her friend downl 

Blossom reined in her gossip–hungry heart, and said, “Evan, put on your face mask, and let’s go find Elliot and Emmett” 

“But… 

“No buts. Your mommy’s going to be okay, trust me!” 

With that, Blossom scooped up Evan and left without looking back, denying the little guy any chance to protest 

Meanwhile, Elysia felt a wave of relief seeing Blossom take Evan away. She slumped into Tarquin’s embrace. 

Tarquin stiffened. 

Lying on his back, he was cushioned by the soft quilts, with a warm, heavy person collapsed on top of him! 

He wasn’t hurt, but he was definitely irritated! 

What was this woman doing? Taking advantage of him again? 

He thought to himself–she really was- 

“How romantic, like a scene straight out of a movie.” 

“The good–looking ones are different. Knocking over shelves looks like a scene from a soap opera, such a treat for the eyes.” “Ha, aren’t they 

they the couple that was arguing earlier? Looks like they’ve made up.” 

“Couples don’t hold grudges overnight, a little kiss and cuddle and everything’s mended.” 

The bystanders chuckled and commented as they looked on. 

Tarquin, already disliking attention, now found himself the center of a spectacle. 

Not only was he the subject of public scrutiny, but hope ere was a scandal brewing. 

And, Elysia had kissed him again! 

Even though it was through a mask, Tarquin was fuming. 

He lay on the quilts, staring blankly at Elysia, his face a shade of thunder 

His anger was palpable, veins throbbing at his neck! 

He was so aggrieved that he couldn’t even speak, just clenching his sculpted lips tightly, glaring at Elysia with a chest that heaved with every breath.