Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1283

Tarquin froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. Suddenly, he took the lead, leaning in and kissing her…

The fireworks show ended, and so did their kiss.

The two of them held each other for a while, catching their breath, before sharing a smile. Hand in hand, they started strolling back toward the cozy cabin.

As they walked, they chatted quietly.

“So, what happened to those jerks?” Elysia asked.

“They’re scared out of their minds—just as planned,” Tarquin replied with a smirk.

Elysia didn’t press for details about his plan. Instead, she asked again, “You’re sure nothing’s going to go wrong?”

“Absolutely sure. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, by the way, did Bernard see that guy? You know, the one with all the scars on his face?”

Tarquin nodded. “Yeah. Bernard told you?”

“No, but when Bernard came back, he was acting strange, trying to smile but clearly upset. What’s the story there? What’s his connection with that guy?”

Tarquin hesitated before answering, “They’re old friends—well, more like rivals. Some old grudge, but it’s been sorted out. By the way, did you talk to Grandma about the virus yet?” He lied, steering the conversation away.

The truth was, Bernard’s grudge with the scar-faced thug went way deeper than he wanted Elysia to know—there had been violence, even deaths, and international trouble. He didn’t want her to worry about it.

Elysia didn’t question it further. She just sighed and looped her arm through his. “Not yet. We started cleaning up as soon as you left.”

“Those jerks took over Grandma and Grandpa’s house, so Grandma was grossed out—she changed all the sheets and threw all their stuff out in the yard!”

“Once we finished tidying up, we started getting dinner ready. I haven’t had a chance to talk to Grandma about the virus yet.”

Tarquin nodded. “No rush. It can wait.”

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