Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1715

Evan stealthily returned to his residence. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Tarquin.

Tarquin was sitting on the living room sofa, looking at his phone. Sensing movement, he looked up toward the door…

A small, soot-stained figure shuffled into the room, looking more like a homeless urchin than a billionaire's son.

The little guy looked as if he had just wandered back from a slum, or like a kid who'd been playing in a mud puddle…

His face was dirty, his body was dirty, his hair was dirty, and his shoes were dirty.

His handsome little face was completely obscured by grime, showing no trace of its original appearance.

His clean and fluffy medium-length hair now looked no different from a bird's nest.

The white sneakers he wore when he left yesterday had turned a dirt-gray color, accented with splashes of red, yellow, blue, green, and black.

His designer tracksuit was a tattered mess, riddled with countless rips and tears.

From head to toe, he looked nothing like the young master of a wealthy family.

He looked more like a little wanderer from a gang of street urchins.

Even if Elysia Thorne were here right now, she probably wouldn't recognize him as her son.

The difference was like night and day.

Tarquin studied his precious son, sighed softly to himself, and beckoned him over.

"Come here."

Evan scratched his head and shuffled over, greeting him in a small, sheepish voice. "Hey, Dad."

Tarquin first carefully checked his body to make sure he wasn't injured, then asked, "Are you hungry?"

Evan nodded quickly. "Hungry!"

Tarquin said, "There's food for you in the kitchen. Go take a shower and change into clean clothes first, then come down to eat."

Evan, with his big, bright eyes, looked at Tarquin suspiciously.

"Dad, are you... are you mad?" Evan asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Tarquin narrowed his eyes. "Why would I be mad at you?"

He would teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget, to make him remember that not all risks are worth taking.

But as soon as he saw him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

After a moment of silence, Tarquin sighed inwardly again and ruffled Evan's hair.

"Wanting to punish bad people isn't wrong, but you shouldn't have acted without telling me. You should have told me about something so risky beforehand."

Evan thought to himself: *If I told you, there’s no way you would’ve let me go.*

But he said aloud, "You're right, absolutely right! I'll be more careful next time!"

He was putting on a great show of admitting his mistake.

Before Tarquin could speak, he added, "So… Dad, are we still good buddies? No! Are we still on good terms as father and son?"

Tarquin was speechless.

Evan said sheepishly, "If we're still on good terms, then you'll keep this a secret for me, okay? Don't tell Mommy!"

Tarquin asked, "And what if I say we're not?"