Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1633

[Oh my god, are you two actually together?]

Winona’s head was buzzing. She didn’t reply to the texts. Instead, she turned and glared at Keaton.

“Are you insane?! Did I come back for you? I came back for Janelle and Richard! And besides…”

Keaton cut her off. “Coming back for my parents is the same as coming back for me, isn't it? It’s all related to me!”

“How is that the same?!”

“It’s exactly the same!”

Winona gritted her teeth. If she weren’t driving, she would have kicked him!

If she said she came back for Janelle and Richard Huber, her agent wouldn't think twice. Allen knew how close she was with Janelle.

But saying she came back for *him* made it easy for people to get the wrong idea.

And to top it off, he said he just lost his appetite. Her secretly rushing back for such a minor issue was something only couples did!

And probably only couples in the honeymoon phase!

And he actually told someone else that she was his nightmare! And forbade others from calling her that!

What were people supposed to think?

They would definitely assume they were together!

Winona didn’t know if Keaton was genuinely clueless or just playing dumb, but she scowled at him.

Keaton flashed her a cheeky grin. “I know I’m handsome and nice to look at, but you’re driving. Eyes on the road, please.”

Winona: “…”

Before she could lose her temper, Keaton added, “I was genuinely touched that you came back. I spoke to your agent, first, to have your back so she wouldn’t chew you out. Second, if there were any real damages, I wanted to take responsibility.”

Winona shot back irritably, “That doesn’t mean you should say I came back for you! And you definitely shouldn’t say I’m your nightmare! You even stressed that I’m *your* nightmare, not hers…”

Keaton interrupted her again. “I didn’t like hearing her call you her nightmare. I don’t want to share a nightmare with her. You’re *my* nightmare, so you can’t be anyone else’s.”

Winona: “…”

He was talking absolute nonsense, but for some reason, she couldn't formulate a comeback.

After a long, frustrated moment, she grumbled, “From now on, when I’m on the phone, you are not allowed to interrupt!”

“Get out of the car and go pretend to throw up by the side of the road. Right there, at that spot.”

Keaton: “I don’t feel like throwing up right now.”

“Just pretend. Go on.”

Though he didn’t know what she was planning, Keaton obeyed. He walked a few steps toward the entrance of City Hall and bent over, dry-heaving by the roadside.

Seeing this, Beatrix hesitated for a few seconds before hurrying over. “What’s wrong?”

Winona’s lips curled into a cold smirk. She put on her sunglasses and a mask, then pushed open the car door.

With her hands tucked into the pockets of her trench coat, she strode toward Beatrix on her high heels.

Beatrix was so focused on Keaton that she didn’t notice Winona approaching from behind until she was right there.

Beatrix frowned, about to speak, when a sharp pain exploded at the back of her neck.

She crumpled, unconscious, right into Winona’s arms.

Keaton was horrified. “What—what did you just do?”