Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183 

Elysia wasn’t bringing Elijah meals for the cash, but who in their right mind would pass up easy money? Ton grand a day, even just to break even, made the future seem a bit bughter. 

“Did he eat all of last night’s dinner?” Elysia asked, taking the initiative. 

“Yep, licked the plate clean. He really dug the dishes.” 

“Alright, I whip up another batch for lunch.” 

Under the spell of potential prosperity, Elysia found herself growing softer 

Another gust of cold wind swept by, and she couldn’t help but sniffle, her nose turning a rosy red from the chill. 

Tarquin watched her for a few seconds, his brow furrowed. “Come in with me” 

He tumed and headed towards the apartment building entrance. 

Elysia humed to clarify, “I’d rather not go in, just in case Elijah wakes up and throws a fit seeing me 

“He won’t be up till six thirty 

It was just past six 

Still, Elysia hesitated to enter. With 

Elijah asleep, it would be just the two of them alone in that room – it just didn’t seem proper. 

Tarquin, already at the entrance, glanced back to see her standing still, his expression growing more stem.. 

“Come in and grab some stuff.” 

“What stuff?” she asked, puzzled. 

Without responding, Tarquin strode up the stairs with long steps. 

Elysia hesitated for a moment before following with the thermos in her arms 

As they ascended the stairs, the elderly couple from the neighboring apartment descended, greeting them warmly. 

“My, my, is this your wife? What a beauty!” 

Elysia felt awkward. 

Tarquin replied politely to the seniors, “She’s not.” 

“Oh? Not your wife, then who might she be? 

“The housekeeper.” 

The old couple seemed a bit embarrassed and chuckled as they continued down the stairs. 

Elysia could still hear their banter. 

“Why aren’t they a couple? They look perfect together, a match made in heaven.” 

“Matches made in heaven are a dime a dozen, doat 

they’re all meant to be.” 

“What do you know? They’re destined to be together, inse 

by fate itself.” 

“Come in.” Tarquin was already at the doorstep, unlocking the door 

Elysia climbed the stairs, muttering under her breath, “I’m not your housekeeper: 

“Don’t want to be the housekeeper? Want to be my wife instead?” 

Elysia blushed. “What nonsense are you spouting?” 

Tarquin’s face remained impassive. “Good, because you’re not my type.” 

He stepped into the apartment after that declaration. 

Elysia pursed her lips, tempted to dump the contents of the thermos over his head. But then she thought of the money and restrained 

herself.